james mcgonigal
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       Listen to It

into the night again with a smell of rain
and the stage-whisper of it

ends of the earth are listening to the sound of water
soaking into cloth and the cloth sipping it

the easy breath of tomorrow’s chestnut tree is brought to you
courtesy of double-glazed blue above it

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