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i love my hour of wind and light
the ships are lying in the bay
above them all, looking down
there by the window in the old house
for then without
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
i have heard that a certain princess
when night drifts along the streets of the city
brother, i am fire
green afternoon serene and bright

 



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