Preamble.
- Michael Fenton
- Jul 5, 2021
- 1 min read
What to write Where to walk How to sing; The first letter The measured step A halting voice.
Day the morning Night the dusk Storms the thunder; We learn from life Beginning middle end First one then another.
Brown seed predicts White birch anoints; Where the circle starts Only time knows But cannot say.
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