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i (train tracks) Standing ankle deep muddy boots, by empty silent train tracks underneath a dogwood, blossoms like white cigar-smoke rings. (Don’t worry: the lilies have clothes and the birds have food.) ii (bald spot) Lying knee high brown-grassy curtain, atop my mountain perch, Sun, behind his orange veil perched on his own mountain, […]