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[cavendish]

*just a try --- I have not done this for, I don't know, years now.*

Home

Morning dew

Berries that have become
red
and sweet over night,
set against
the fresh
wet green

silence

that is
in reality birds,
bumble bees
the occasionally ship engine:
the unseen river nearby saying
I am always here.

This is not

I think, what we should long for!
This is (I think) what we should live.
[once
in a while]
[one way
or the other]