'I've never seen this back fence before,
No matter.
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As I have ascended with the winds of autumn in spirit
And played her water children upon strings,
Like puppets gone mad.
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Dandelions scatter their seeds,
Carelessly toss them on the wind,
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At the lake's edge where the marsh air hangs
With heavy scents of fall.
I saw him there, about his haunts,
Where blue kingfishers call.
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In long evening shadows I went watching,
Tiptoeing through teddy bears
And capsized ships and blocks.
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So comes the bold stream.
Over smooth stones and water-heavy logs.
A flashing flow of light
That dances and jumps and leaps,
And catches the dawn in vibrant hue,
Cascades the greens to deepest blue.
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I stand alone in the wind,
But not so alone.
A snowbird's call can be heard.
He greets the day, as do I.
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I was over-long on the strand today,
Beneath the burning cancer star.
Until my lobster-legs radiate by memory its heat.
I'm over-done by wine and sun.
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We shared the river late in fall.
We three went down to heed the call,
Of he that dresses white and blue,
A fellow fisher through and through.
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