Just to Be Here Under the Sun

Walk alive in the woodsin the waking faint of Spring,on circling pathwaysbeside a goose-honking lake,through Sapsucker Woods’dense wetlands and forest,as a papier-mâché moon floatsover mud-dried leaves,sunglare flashes chrome off the water,gold bursts of marsh marigoldsrise from green tussocks,and hairy ropes...

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