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remembering
to breathe
so
simple
words
are the tune
in
the little bird
a
tree
time
grown to be
so
still
so
hard
till
day upon whom?
a
self beside me
in
the mending
from
light to light
trained
up among
the
seeking leaves
the
poem littler littler
turned
up in another life
is
how you have me here
open
my eyes to the dark
where
the apprenticeship
goes
on
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