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a gift of trees
and animals
like runners
upward or downward
even if the cities
drown in flood,
once a man
is born
he must live
his life
a huge bag on
his back
out of childhood
slid
in a long
journey
falling
over
the edge
of a wooden bridge,
a shy creature of
fresh water
piercing the screen
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this site ©2003-2004 Marvin Silbersher, except where otherwise
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