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 in the black waters of the sky
 nor picked the yellow lilies
 that sway on their clear stems
 and no tree has waited
 long enough nor still enough
 to touch fingers with the moon.”

I looked and there were little frogs
with puffed out throats,
singing in the slime.


SPRING STRAINS

 
In a tissue-thin monotone of blue-grey
 buds
crowded erect with desire against
the sky—
 tense blue-grey twigs
slenderly anchoring them down, drawing
them in—
 two blue-grey birds chasing
a third struggle in circles, angles,
swift convergings to a point that bursts
instantly!
 Vibrant bowing limbs
pull downward, sucking in the sky
that bulges from behind, plastering itself
against them in packed rifts, rock blue
and dirty orange!
 But—

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