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the hen

herds me to

the feed shed

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now the sun

sets in

a pocket

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it’s there

the blue in

the blue roses

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seems he’s

moving fast

frog

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all the hens

red under

the heat lamp

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a few seashells

on empty soap

boxes

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a feather

rushes into

the elevator

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still enough

to hear

the crow’s wing

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the cat’s white

feet through

the corrugated plastic

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pushing grains of salt

up from the gap in

the table an ant

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