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SPRING
an old man overdressed
in the muted colours we wear
before dying walked by.
walking up the steep hill
a handful of twigs in one hand
the town's cemetery 500
meters behind me.
rainforest humidity.
his magpie heart beating
his ugly human feet hard
against the paving slabs.
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