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where creek willows weave the sunlight ducklings&h . . .
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garden hose a silver arc reaches the last cabbage& . . .
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fireworks at twilight forsythia . . .
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the wind howling horizon on a wave… . . .
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And don’t snow geese and immortality take th . . .
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winter stars without you to name them… . . .
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I’ll put it back in the earth, as soft as du . . .
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Evening prayer – a flickering candle, rainfa . . .
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through autumn leaves a teal-trailed wake of light . . .