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Mark Heathcote
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For the sake of the trees
and their sweet impossibilities-
to grow any bigger than the mountain.
For the sake of the geese
and a wild honking grandniece,
whose voice is doubly lost by the fountain?
For the sake of the pear
dangling about to plummet mid-air
And the bride, about to lose her delicate footing.
For the sake of the mouse -
and the roaring of a lion aboding in-house!
Can we pray that there's nothing-
more or else.
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