Perhaps it's a little consolation that the village
Lays a carpet of whispers as you are led into
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Neck deep in night
With mainland morning just a line
On the horizon under a splash of ink sky
Spilt by the arm of waking dreams.
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Moving apart
As quietly as a puddle freezes,
Crying as silently as slush.
Ah, how long it seems
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From their control tower
the nest of chicks
Guide in their parents
On a runway of cries.
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Crows freeze in mid-flight
And hang there
Like fire damaged decorations.
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Evening again lays down shadow
Like a cardplayer
With a hopeless hand.
At the bend in the avenue
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Until I was nine or ten
I don't remember any other cares
Than getting the lessons done in time
To play a little more before the prayers.
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Out fly the fowl
Like feathers from a bolster
And who comes last but the rooster.
Pausing to raise a leg,
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Among reeds
Surrounded by waves of rock,
Stands a Heron.
In its beak
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