Under an arcade of clouds
and a sky growing pale
the park gives up its green.
Two wagtails voice their secret:
Every pebble in this garden
is round. We know – we have beaten them
with our tails.
Under an arcade of clouds
and a sky growing pale
the park gives up its green.
Two wagtails voice their secret:
Every pebble in this garden
is round. We know – we have beaten them
with our tails.
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