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Jun 2015
Night is black card
with chicken moon
pecking holes for stars

day is broken egg
with tannin yoke for sun
and insects let from jars

afternoon is worn
slow weather in vain
like leaves falling or
the smell of rain.

twilight is hidden
a mere surprise
feeling shapes through wrapping
watching the chicken rise.
Laniatus
Written by
Laniatus  Norfolk
(Norfolk)   
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     --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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