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Crossing a field I heard something underfoot and bent to see a square stone and
more forming a forgotten road remembered
by some travelers one hun..
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These loppers I carry to the hedge are worn and rusted
but I’ve trusted them for years to clear the juniper
and vine from fade-staining that s..
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In your orchard I haven’t yet found sweetly
The time it takes to fall amazed, and though
I wish to taste just that—that wonderful si..
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