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Thatch Hut, Conversing Magpies, Seeking Sage

Magpies wrapped in conversations on a bramble fence
ancient ruin of thatch lies idle amongst pines.

Footprints mark dust streams leading into immortal
depths. Snowy egrets startle, then rest in tree tops.

The magpies won't say where you are so
I follow tracks into fathomless ridge ways.

See this poem on the TGL blog