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Channel Derek thus – The bivalves of my heart Jump for joy at the sight Of lemurs crossing a jungle parapet Baked with dew as they hold Limbs, joined for upright balance Weighed by light that scales This jungle in a steeplechase Without end, if the annals Crafted by the ancients hold water Rising from lemur instep As if exhaled by a tired earth Too long in a giving frame Too much with hope that takers Learn from breathing in And might seek to even out Things some, hand-in-hand, Back scratch for back scratch, Just as that light operates its trowel So that what the earth gives We gratefully receive and return With interest in our children.
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