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This city has pigs
flying pigs. They hover
along the riverbanks.
It is April and this city
has trees bearing fruit
words, dripping and dancing
in syllables from the branches
It is April and outside the library
the poet tree offers its fruit
of phrases for free.
flying pigs. They hover
along the riverbanks.
It is April and this city
has trees bearing fruit
words, dripping and dancing
in syllables from the branches
It is April and outside the library
the poet tree offers its fruit
of phrases for free.
