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Nov 2014
it is the way of things,

while there are birds.


while you read, you will

not understand  all words,

that is the way of things, soak

those stains in washings.


then look quietly, see a new.


cellular memory, let be, and learn,

that small birds fly up.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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