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Poets Unlimited

This, before I leave you

At first,

I had trouble

with freedom.

My eyes

kept returning

to the same nighttime window

my ears

to the same

worn assertions.

This morning,

the wild elk are singing

the sagebrush is turning

the willow are burning

the snow geese are gathered

their flight

down the river.

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