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Up Country Inn

     It wasn't like it was before, no...
Tinted heart of yellow-grey
   she was a younger version
 a mind bend, cunning
  with a strange surrey
 hat aflame.
   It's odd, past, but
 this is deja vu
   under lamp post light
 of finite breadth,
  insular, cry of frustrated spirit.
   Before, near dutch elm,
 on limpid field
    there was great tundra tempo
a forever heart beat
      merged with the sky
 cupped the wind.  
  Now there is a hollow question
    always in the air.