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May 2013
we walked the stone,

he kept the path tidy, closed a while,

is open now . as the sky opens

through willow arches, white calves

and butterflies.



he cuts the shrubs, hedges, and rakes the path tidy.



it is arthur’s stone.



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Sonja Benskin Mesher
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