The sea
In a can
Is only
the green ruckus of the sun

What would you have me now do

I am present
What of that

The future is hands in the rain

A pane of moon
In galoshes, the heart rakes
Barefoot in thunder

The fathom
And the gambol
Into piles of hello

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