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A Sleepless Night
April, and the last of the plum blossoms
scatters on the black grass
The sycamore, the lime,
the struck pine inhale
the first pale hints of sky.
An iron day,
I think, yet it will come
dazzling, the light
rise from the belly of leaves and pour
burning from the cups
The mockingbird squawks
from his perch, fidgets,
and settles back.
The snail, awake
for good, trembles from his shell
and sets sail for China.
My hand dances
in the memory of a million vanished stars.
A man has every place to lay his head.
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