Face twirl
at the tympanum of the porch
they dismantled the scaffolding
brought the cartage
with scabby oxen 
hail the shepherds
leaning on their gnarled sticks
picked up the dead wood
for the fire
insider business
hatched
to the song of the stream
than the mountain
with wooded sides
evacuated in strong winds
supporting from the front
the windows
strange defense
with blood mixed with honey
that the storm could not surround
without the angels beating the bell
without the hullabaloo
glacial meltwater
abbreviated signature
at the bottom of the edit
snatched with both hands
without mincing words
drip
of an unchanged conversation.
 
 
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