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[oh___jealousy]

June Storm

Voices from the first dark heartshaped green of summer
leaves, rain;
birds'.

What are they called.

I'm leaving here, and still don't know.

I'm going there, though,
where they are--
I feel this.

Feel that I was there
before.

I felt this as a child, and now
I know it.

-Franz Wright