THE plane leaves      fall black and wet
     on the lawn;
 
     The cloud sheaves
     in heaven's fields set
     droop and are drawn¹
 
     in falling seeds of rain;
     the seed of heaven
     on my face
 
     falling—I hear again
     like echoes even
     that softly pace
 
     Heaven's muffled² floor,
     the winds that tread
     out all the grain
 
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