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with the goats

gone the pines

have a chance

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even

in my pants

poems

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you come to

a stop the daffodils

glare at you

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concessions

to the nesting

starlings

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even now

the moon is

sneaking up on us

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we become

restless with

brevity

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briefly

we are all

cloud colored

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the hatchet

spooning with

the new hammer

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swallows weave

through the edges

of the burn pile

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the jet dies down

leaves us

with frogs

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