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Mark Heathcote
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look a chain of smoke
the sphere of the universe
another smoke ring
I can't fathom it
this likeness isn't constant
changing of the leaves
a chainsaw humming
a woodpecker heard drilling
silence far away…
a midnight vigil
chandeliers of crystal glass
dew-like teardrops plunge
a fallen oak tree
an acorn in its round cup
each destiny waits
Her lips
Were two horizons
Top and bottom
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