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wind through snow     through maple
blooms of mist too     what of it
neither speaks nor keeps anything from us
crow holds hard to limbs       figure

walking     a sign     figure rooted by window
slowly running hand over hand
a sign     if the stars are a music
if the clouds dropping off ends

of earth     a sign     creek whirring
over ice eaten by silence     rock     a

kind of peace kind of madness     a sign
yes the heart     pile of ash     the mind
a kind of wind through the trees through
loose leaves     both signs     hard

a mystery about it