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Green trees dancing in the distance, pink petunias,
black and white photographs of a half moon
ploughed lines, and shadows of the flicking breeze
white clouds and old blues songs of early summer
these lines, dear reader, written on the edge
of an open field, electric field, magnetic field
meanwhile a small Blackbird lands
with silent footsteps
smooth white stones, black earth,
and this yellow notepaper
into the long grass, the veil of clouds
casting abandoned diffraction portraits
across the trail, down the hillside,
towards the meadow, white moth
black moth, telegraph wire, cross over
crossroads, at the crossroads
gentle rain, geometrical sound
drum-sticks on tin roofs
old oak tree bows, rustling leaves
upon these
are placed the photographs
photographs of black and white moons
wilderness soon gathered
on the road
by the midnight hour