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still wrapped

and translucent

the first daffodil

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on the table

the big yellow book

no one’s reading

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even though

it’s latched the door

shudders in the wind

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moss fills

the crevice and

sinks

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she feeds

the cats you hear

the rain

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a dream

from my childhood’s

come back

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something flies

back into the dark

from the lamp

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warm wind

follows the rain

frog gives himself away

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she tells you

to roll up

a new character

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3am

the dogs

bark at the train

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