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the cat waits in

the grain shed for

the mice to grow up

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the radio

tells me you went

somewhere last night

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salt soap

the walls damp

from morning fog

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leaping swifts

leave the rain

gutter rattling

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brown leaves

climbing up

the sunflower

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that spider again

runs from

a pile of dust

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fall arrives

with a drizzle

your feints

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agitating

the pine boughs above

restless hawk

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beads of the massive

tapestry gleam with

pinpoints of light

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