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First Foot-fall
Listen for the first foot-fall:
Sunken pads in the winter snow,
The patter of ducks to bread,
Silence
As Venus hauls the sun from her bed
To drip across the sky.
Waiting for the first footing,
Heavy on the ice,
And Giggling across the carpet,
Feet spread like paeonies,
Embracing arms,
She learns to fly.
Thursday 13th December 2012 11:58 am
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