quiet in the forests of nightwatching with white eyesalone in the darknesswaiting for the one the pond was tornin ripples that marked the shoresilent as the woods around it—and the creak of the toads it was daythe wings yielded movementin the trees that came aliveand left us …
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from the shorewhere I can see it allas it floats away to some other landwhere the sun continues to shinefor centuries and treetopssway in the windfilling the grasswith wandering pollen * worn outlike a flag flownfor many years * alone herewhere your lips oncehad left a mark * onceI looked …
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Life continues to move along Whether you get on or get off Or sit there by the side On a bench beneath the shade To smoke a cigar and watch The wind blow and the leaves As they fall in every which way
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