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bits of gravel

reclaim

the flagstones

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the rain stops

crows

gliding

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the children

have been replaced

by spiders

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blurred by

the rain clouds

smoke from the fire

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the twelfth chicken

back after

three days

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the yellow petals

of the sunflower

dangle and shrivel

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it’s the same

spider on

your head

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morning clouds

I talk to the egg

as I peel it

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