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April 3

Decided I’d sit
on the porch, let
the sun warm
my back. Decided, then,
I’d let my best poem be
the spring breeze, the young
oak leaves, green,
the hawk’s cry
high, above the canyon,
wide yawn:
a stretched out cat.

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