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Air

1.

Fresh marvelous
spring: clear
pre-dawn.  Mist
hanging low,
coming right
up to the
rose-hedge, like
a woman in
green with
pearls everywhere.

2.

Trees beyond
the field
stand clear
over the
mist, against
the red streaks
of the south:
the air and
wet woods
ringing with
the din of
birds, mad
song of a
mockingbird
in the nest,
cardinals, wrens:
the solemn
drums of
a huge
woodpecker.

3.

I watch
it all.
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