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A cuckoo calls off screen two policemen in a field a white dog running the body of a man face-down a bell ringing a woman holds her head the picture small and smaller cuts to lily pond,
We were low on time so I said let's highlight the moments we spend going down to the lake. Dusk fell and the water was nursing its quiet and we walked with the wings of the gulls.
After he has given me grief that ran rampant, ran a rage I need mending, borrowing something something muted, something to settle blame on. I'll go to the lake, listen to the strong wind,
When you are gone I walk the hills in the changing robes of fog without letup, pick the last love-in-a-mist, tell my sadness to the careless eyes of dusk. When night falls, I hasp my windows fast against