Ideas growing in clumps
under the eaves
The war was long over I smoked
like a soldier by the lake
birds knew me then did not
know me the hay was picked up
almost too late but the farmer knows
better the law of gravity of motion
Structures so round the town not
at all hope moves in the yard very full
a trick that last year up ahead
falling into place wasting no time
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