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city that is not a city
before the solemn bronze saint
sing again the song you sung
burly, dozing humble-bee
truely
soft as the bed in the earth
my mother taught me that every night
in the dark and peace of my final bed
i am the wind that wavers
i reside at table mountain
daughters of time
though i am little as all little things

 



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