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Chimneys receive a new warmth,
their semaphore of runes torched
to a blaze. Here at last, her

for whom trees have hung lanterns:
the white and green of the new.
She moves in everything –

the palaces of water,
all the vowels in the wind.
The spin of jackdaws, courting.

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