Behind blue brown barn presides
runner geese trip toe to pond's edge
can't help but follow the wrinkle
of fallen fingerprints
I balance on the green slice of bank
Lower the sky to them
umber trees are ivying up and over
Lay down the screen of reflector leaves
trembling in refraction
Sigh at youth's lemon-leafed sapling
wonder at its resistance
I am the tooth of the red acacia
gnawing urgently in scratches
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