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I haven't looked
customarily if I hear a bird's song
I say (to nobody) Hey: a bird
!or I say, what color was it.
and the color really isn't important
but the space in which an enormous, nameless
flower moves
the space full of a nameless splendor
and my eyes, fixed, nameless.
.
Peru
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