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Yesterday moved through
the many faces of winter,
black clouds like
frozen warrior horses,
and horizontal snow, then
sunny and cold and windy
with washed blue sky.
Killdeer harvest the lower zones
with sickle wings,
cannot scratch a shallow cup
into the
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from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
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