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Feb 2013
in winter there escapes some

tendril of whitely bent curlsome
vapor


                  overcoming


crispness into immediate sunlight
a twig of life

                   glowing

(nothot


                                                          )IT


barrels toylike against the sea
and is eaten quickly into mute
indelible



                      No Thing
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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   Richard j Heby, E and Md HUDA
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