powers of attention

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The window of the year is open
the field white
where nothing grows
yet
there it is
curled 'round itself
eager and attentive
the magic life
still, and ready to rise

the ear of corn
the swaddled bean
the bird
and the leaf
up and down like a wing

slowly slowly slowly
here it is
folding and
unfolding
inside.
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