WHAT ARE THINGS Poem by Mark Waldron

WHAT ARE THINGS

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if not what they seem?

Take a lemony bird.
Have it.

An up-down nestling tree,
a sudden impromptu rumba,

an old sky,
a bare wind. Have it and have it.

The sounding line,
its sleepy plummet.

The boom, boom of calling.
Have it.

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