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\n<\/strong>
\nWhat if that leaf was a kingfisher
\ncaught out of the corner of my eye<\/p>\n
\nafternoon\u2019s light, a momentary
\nif ultimately teasing flight? But then
\nwhat of all the drowned birds
\ndead on the river\u2019s bed; and where\u2019s
\nthe surprise of spotting one from
\nthousands on a tree amongst the other
\nthousands of trees in a forest of feathers
\nin this autumnal deception?<\/p>\n
\ncomplexities of Spring and summer.<\/p>\n