In the clearing
in late afternoon
catching the departure
in a nightfall flight
of black birds
going south
while on my bicycle
these words for this poem
appear in my mind
under my head band
while I am on the far side
of the White Mountains
near the green hills
with my telescope
poised on the stars
and full moon
there is no noise
and time is at a stand still.
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