That There Be Night

long enough. Its consistency, that
of a pond I watch early
spring completely
in love. With who is not important. In patterings of turtles
flopping on. A duck apart from the raft what-ing
at dogs.
& of it was running over the dark. Be a jiggling
of leaves that fashion the poplars, the sounds and shapes
of leaves;

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