This balance of nearing hedgerows
These uppity poplars, the
maiden tableau of these broad
fields, broad skies.
Clouds rollcalling for
the imminent solar curfew.
The landscape stoops.
Those birds move crabwise.
That wind makes them.
The wind is sky-coloured.
The camoflage is perfect.
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