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how like a mockingbird
the little girl
she sings without thought
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cat leapt straight up
embarrassed ~
radiator ping
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rusting Ford
eyes broken ~
wild roses peep without
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hear the echo
of bass drumming ~
frogs beneath the ice
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lying in honeysuckle
very happy
the horse walks around me laughing |
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asleep in the
meadow
squirrels quarreling ~
moon fallen behind the copse
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we knelt in vespers
on oak stools ~
punishments and laments
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small bits of
thyme and grace
alter the sense of it ~
mother's beef stew
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birches and Browning
great green endings
drowning in words
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snow to my armpits
I forgot
how small I was then
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midsummer sun
the dragonfly sees himself
in a thousand mirrors
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