a lark – a plunge – a swallow!
so dives the morn across us
but feel i not the earth's turn back
that hour stole from clock's-trust
for we steal so much to feed this dance
in spiral gravity – may the yawning mouths
of our bluebirds hatched
be always so hungry
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