-- Charles Wright (1973) 
Why not? The mouths of the ginger blooms slide open,
The willows drag their knuckles across the earth;
Each year has its fields that no one tends. 
Our days, unlike the long gasps of the wind,
Stay half in love with the rushes, and half with the water .....reeds.
Outside the body, all things are encumbrances.

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