Village that be town in its activity
Village that town be in its location
Town that town be even at night
Lit mostly by the moon and
The star-light…
You have the small
Sweet port, the bay,
The waters.
Here Minerva comes
Neither to learn nor teach
But hear
Ears to the ground
Unseen
the sounds of cool
Earth
So rare
So rare…
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