(Dancing so slowly
in the hall's empty
Nod against glass)
Outside the plantation / orchard grows
The gentle whisper of the trunks
The edge of the crystals
And the time is crispy
A pigeon with a pounding heart
When one stops and listens
To the dreams of the plants out there
That slips under the hem / seam
And the rustle of the the fabric against the floor
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