Tracks we took up, smiling
Calm-quelled hour on hour
Taking in their sky
Have what, sighed back down at
In whose wake of Time caught
Cold-beat, flown by.
Like a flock of yesterdays
High garnetted, high gulled
Sudden and in sync
Gathered up their freer
Ventured in bright cover
And took off; to shrink.
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