system normalize

at the farm on the landing landing - its all deer and ducks

birds and bee

but the blue blue heron - its him

I'm here - I'm here to see


the grass is the light

the rain is the cold

the cold is warm and the 

dawn aint early


in algae blue heron

stalk grace still 

slough sharp depth

murky life forms

The End

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