and the crickets of course,
and the sounds of tires chew,
and the whinny of the horse,
the torrent of the river,
and the black of the sky,
topped with the stars like glitter,
that look close as the crow flies,
the asphalt and the gravel,
and the mud and the grass,
the long slender poles,
topped with buzzing bulbs in glass,
when you're out looking,
there is so much you can do,
but everything is better,
when I write it down for you.
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