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summer
loves us
past
spring's last page this wilderness
who
knows why the birds want in
maybe
too much day has made them dizzy
and
we sing along
cicadas
much in mind
spiders
cast cob
windows
web
breath
comes slower now
things
rot fast
all
summer loves
much
winged the empty air
and
insects crawl
smaller
than seeing
the
whole sky's over me
every
last inch
clouds
come forested to tell
turns
out we're so much skin
it's
just how we're bitten
just
watch the landscape rising
limbs
of the autumn trim spread out
then
let the house grow too
we're
not Norwegians, we won't paint
but
sit and drink with them
world
swells
till
will it burst? who knows?
no
one's ever come this far
there
must be some Malthus Cassandra
has
to be choked at birth
all
to-do arrows
are
every whichway
even
sleeping
splash
of light
summer
loves us still
air's
denizens
make
tangents sharp
and
coo and trill and swim
aren't
we sunk?
can't
we see the surface?
won't
we shine
just
looking up?
there
must be a ladder out of
all this
or
are we come to dust?
such a nice season in Australia...
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