hark the lark
the lilac-influenced shell of holy memory
departs from its unscheduled tracks
at nine-fifteen in the morning oh always
in the morning it looks back through the linen curtains
and waves
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departs from its unscheduled tracks
at nine-fifteen in the morning oh always
in the morning it looks back through the linen curtains
and waves
it continues to wander
meticulously into the interior
of a Grand Canyon valleyscape
and whistles for a tune
the one note
just the one note
and its inevitable dullness
Christopher Mulrooney
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