Today, the ambulance bulked yellow
through the trees for you,
and this is the kind of poem 
I will only show people 
in the event things turn out fine. 
In your absence,
dusk and summer twinned and twined
so I thought of different hills to these, 
sky losing its blaze between the apple branches
some time when we felt stronger.
Waiting, I try to imagine the sleep of birds
fluffed and gentle, calm air
at the top of telegraph wires,
a glow in a nest.

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