leaf-rustle and dried fern a ball sits abandoned in tall
grass bleach-lit by a star
autumn seeps up from the corners of august as dried roses
dirt patch flight of crows invisibly tidal
birds are who birds are meant to be
all the spirits of maple the spirits of morning of backyards
telephone wire sky set belly full of living seeds
we watch them sit are patient are waiting for what to leap
for summer poppy daisy hibiscus we are
moss-crawl of memories over stone seep sudden or tender
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