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Marc Janssen
Always Returning VI
The
Aspect
Of
Rain
Sleeps
Away
From
Painted
Hills
And
Calls
Back
To
Me
Clouds
like
mild
parents
Whisper
down
laughing
Laughing
Smiling
and
prancing
Night
is
willing
now
Shading
exuberance
and
Calming
the
rust
sky
Yamhill August II
A heron stands wings open
Throat shaking
Abandoned tire near a sleeping pump
Rust and wood
Blackberry chaos choke the vine maples
Hides the bank
A sky, light blue and cloudless is open
Limited
Water, green and unmoving
Littered with leaves
Is the recollection of seagulls
Crying in a rain sparkled parking lot.
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