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waylaid by

the courtyard

again

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the hose heavy

with water hard

on my stitches

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the stars seem

to have slipped

down to the hills

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pervasive white glaze

notes from

the ring necked dove

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a day

of moving

the hose

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not sure where

it comes from

the sound of water

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sunflower sprouts

invited

spider

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green water

we save it

for the pears

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mid spring

here comes

the dull white heat

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stray cat

she turns away

instead of bolting

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