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Seven
battered white gusts:
bleachers nearer the blackness

Minna
small but not afear'd

Cow
massive with twin horns
and that moon, backwards:
have no doubt
t'was on account of that cat

Seven
foamy white swans did swim
around the eye
nearer 'n darkness

Stardust
holes in a knitted coverlet:
seven ragged swans
the gold and the blue

Swans
carved in stone
by the millpond
those twins sired an army

Minna, he calls her
her name, small protector
for the druid light as saved them


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