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Monday, 14 December 2009 07:47The wind kicks up
a cloud of tufted broom seeds,
whirling in white clouds
through the empty avenues;
stray clouds scud through the low sky.
---L.
a cloud of tufted broom seeds,
whirling in white clouds
through the empty avenues;
stray clouds scud through the low sky.
—28 November 2009
An alternate draft of a Desert Year poem, which though discarded from the sequence I wanted to keep for other purposes.---L.