day 54
larks’ song heard only
by the lilies of the field
nodding in the wind
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lengthening tree trunks
reach as if to some day touch
a wandering cloud
a world of movement
the birds’ taut circles among
lengthening tree trunks
green depths of the grass
underfoot among the roots
a world of movement
the robin’s shadow
pecks back up at it from the
green depths of the grass
falling through the air
unseen and without a sound:
the leaf no one plucked