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shiftless
it’s the one little cloud
mountain hover
all the shadows
forest stone
and shining
no two days
the same
summer come over us
by feather, by wing
still crevices snow
paler
and pinking
so the lastness goes on
can’t call this weather
indoors cannot be justified
from a hammock
see the sky
11.30 pm
bright
one day must be the longest
it’s the home we live in now
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