August 18

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We will grow hard too
like those ruins birds use
to stand and watch the sand creep
yearly

close the sky out
use the stones to write
gifts in deeps where sounds
and colors huddle like seeds,
molecules, feather flocks,
then burst like a thousand
joys or paint strokes
from the ruins
daily

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