Morning new

The scratch of the earth by broom
Is an idea in things, a morning new
Scraping the dust off our earth,our
Sky-roof felt gently by a tree’s sun.

A chime of the bell beats the wind
In a sea where it comes from, a sky
Alien , painted by the last of herons,
A laugh addressed to plants in pots.

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