Darting semaphore of crows in sky, on ground, amongst and beyond. They weather. Green things begin with nuclear device. Flicker or cascade in the servient moment as a tree or daffodil. The earth owns a warm, moist crust of preservation. Occult peonies appear, rhyme transforms, you can’t be kidding. You’ve heard the same words in collective tones. Walk a field as a drum, in boom consent. The sun shines into overcast. Water flows very familiar, Concord to Merrimack to the Gulf of Maine. Human tides on course, watched equally by crow and rabbit. Everything affects constitution. The circle begins where the circle began.
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