Rush frantic pup out to pee(tenth time this blustery night),and he sits. Still. Nose to sky.Those waving black boughs! Rustles!Scents! Flickering petalswith stars! First drops in the eyes!Amazing wind chimes! Moon gateof pine! Plane! Roar!Huge all-billowing chill world shine!
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