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Following what should be impossible,
A scalloped edge of indigo,
Rusted on its under-side
Skipping neatly like a
Well-thrown stone; moving
As if to fly is no talent, flitting
Low to the earth, a jaunty flight for
Lefts and rights equal an imprecise straight, skimming
Over the sun-struck grass,
Wind is its only secret.
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