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Those first thick gusts of spring
We are driving out to the island the second Monday in a row for me, a Monday ago in the buoyant warm of growing moon gibbous round and all those first thick gusts of spring, and now Tom and I, a totally spontaneous date the tidewater springs and gullies high with rain the echo cacophony…
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to walk a long mile
green as Moss headed a light in the skyblooms tiny as the lady’s, the saint’s wee flowers pushing the dry earthagainst itself crackingground i count grace we walk a long while, pass three oaks all of us carrying candles litby her flame we walk a long mile under the grey gyres of sky the blossoming…
Kel 