This one is different
close the window and shut the door
so we can see what does not belong
besides the daylight the wind
what else stays here
Up the McKenzie River
we could become ourselves for a hour
we could listen to every tree
learn to chat learn to sing
keeping up with the creeks
their impossible languages
where I miss the details
I know and do not forget
what takes time if you have
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