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Those flurries of small specks
My mother called leaky faucet kisses.
Late sun winks from a power line
Beyond the neighbor's tree.
In heaven, where repetition's not boring-
Silver whistles of blackbirds
Needle the daylong day.
We are still on the air,
Still on the air they say.
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