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May 2017
there is a cardinal in the twilight
on a branch in between
an evenings blue and me
it's quiet in the eve
it's still beneath his claws
but i can't know his color
or his call
but i know the blue
between his red and me.
Kevin
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Kevin  somewhere in jersey
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