far away
the thing like thunder
sounds unheard
like that
like a blade of grass
suddenly sprouting
deep in winter
though it shouldn’t be
new growth
by the road
was waving brightly green
whilst you who were beside me
become further and further away
low eaves
with raised hands
add a salute

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