After days down freeways
I come home to frosty woodsides
Where a night of snow
Has graced every surface,
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Driving out Jackass Flat Road
Deeply chilled in December
Spending an warmth-free afternoon
With the good grey poet
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The first faint cawing
Stopped my sawing-
I rushed to a clearing
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Even as we struggled
To keep the wheelbarrow upright
To be alive in the sunlight
That is the thing
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I was alive in the sunlight today
Crouched behind a cosmos
of blue poppies,
a wind moved
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The little knot we carry
On our softskinned bellies
Symbolises our warm blood
Is inherited,
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