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After storms unlock gust fronts mast cells calm
late season trees litter in shards of silver bright
as mirrors in leafing wake, inside is always dull
motion aircycles
stales mouths
minds will only
refresh enlight
in pride specific
humility wry, kind
wise eyes wise advice
of a child
go outside all you need stand still
in gardens out is simplest therapy chill breeze
stirring noiseless thrill, unterrible side effects
neighbour catching sights
me, my bedhead self akimbo
pyjama pantomime scandal, socks with sandals
glassy retinas
roll all fondstroke
stem stamens
axils tips
daunt worthwhile for gulps
of fresh, stagnant days
green silvered fingers
kindly come unpick
before what comes next
the scrape of keys
on knuckles and napes
the glint of crystalline
breaths only
fools hang on
even falls let go
in the deathless tumble
of slow white cold.