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Cate Adler
Screen Door
June reels me back in
The garden is stark and lush,
the sun impatient
Queen’s Park
Counting is needless
Bound as we are to the blade of grass,
the cold wind, the warm wind,
the mute knowing of January snowglow
Which we exist amongst for such a sweet time
A flock of birds hop around my feet
Men square dance across the square
Someone in the city laid these stones
How wonderful! How magnificent!
Everything turns together!
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