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An elf is poling his skiff away from an enormous grasshopper.
But the river is only temporary.
The waterfall acts like a magnet
for law-breakers. They can’t hear
their horrible thoughts. They can’t hear
the birth of wind.
The grasshopper waves to his friend disappearing
into the trees in the afternoon.
I don’t understand why all nations’ flags
aren’t green with a horizon of blue and white.
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