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Dec 2019
here a light
like oil
to hug the eye

a bow of yellow birds
in black pines

you stretch your arms
out as far as
they will go
to reach a purple sky

your fingers touching
that which has no words
and has no end
Written by
joe machetto  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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