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This Quiet It Crackles
This quiet it crackles
Under our feet!
Leaf-rusty, nutty;
Not so discreet!
With all these mutenesses
Treed hereabouts
Autumn's shocked, stiffened
Bird, its song-bouts
Clearer heard, heart-echoed
Expressed twixt us
That harmonized for
Love's own chorus.
Copyright ©
James Watkin
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