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too much poetry you say but how else
to tell of this strange and vivid moment
the rattle of a dragonfly's wings
the smoky cries of crows nearly human
long clouds like the beginnings of stories
the look on the face of the pond
when the day is finished how else to say
the swifts are piping in the chimney
and my blood is roaring
i will never believe this is the wrong age
—with lines by Derek Walcott
