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Limb to limb, mouth to mouth
with the bleached grass
silver mist lies upon the back yards
among the outhouses.
                     The dwarf trees
pirouette awkwardly to it—
whirling round on one toe;
the big tree smiles and glances
Tense with suppressed excitement
the fences watch where the ground
has humped an aching shoulder for
                                  the ecstasy.


Ecstatic bird songs pound
the hollow vastness of the sky
with metallic clinkings—
beating color up into it
at a far edge,—beating it, beating it
with rising, triumphant ardor,—
stirring it into warmth,
quickening in it a spreading change,—
bursting wildly against it as
dividing the horizon, a heavy sun
lifts himself—is lifted—