Reason is the tree seen as a log cabin,
And all the trees seen as a village,
And a net to capture hogs;
And reason is a sharp pike to joust tigers.
After A Run
We nourish the sky
After a run
When bulbs of fat,
And globes of dew
Bloom from our pores
And gleam in the sun.
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