AN UNWINDING HOUR
An unwinding hour
to catch up on
thoughtful moments
not calculated by dawn
yet sorely to be remembered
phase by phrase
in a breath's wind
planting myself
by green warmly cultivated
out-door antecedents
by open fields
in an an earth-wise practice
with a poet's arrangement
of unconscious
yet desired words
as contented forms
among brambles
of language
in a network's combination
of fugitive comprehension.
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