a cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket and you listening a spider s web tense for the dew s touch a pail lifted still and brimming mirror to tempt a first star to a tremor cows are going home in the lane there looping the hedges with their warm wreaths of breath a dark river of blood many boulders balancing unspilled milk moon you cry suddenly moon moon the moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work that points at him amazed 
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