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First, divide...
Weeds snake through the cracks
cramped stilled leaves beside
clot a crusted creek.
The silt turns past a corner
reflected in a straining noon.
Branches overhanging wilt
as in idle hours the flock come
scrutinise the work made waste,
and retrieve far flung
logs and stones, whittled fare
for time now dried.
And the passenger that crushed
dried leaf in ha...
Monday 21st September 2015 11:20 pm
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