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and apples or clouds
& apples or clouds
or when snow
in April
startles
some
new
joy
crows
in a quince
hard blossoms
& the pin
feathers of cedar
waxwings scattered
how sudden the washing of death;
candied death: the bath of long dead kings
Richard Lance Williams
Posted over on More Poetry
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