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June 1984

 

Woke up with a mist

lying in the bottoms

reducing to shades of gray

what should be green and gold

 

Swallows, safely hid,

sing to great the sun

red

through all the sky

dull

glowing ember

adrift

on billows of cloud

silent on the breeze

       carrying also

               summer showers

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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