I went toppling along the water channel,
a boundary line a mote.
The thickets took my ankle off
they took me in and had me sit.
So now I was low and the afternoon
surprise of all the she-oak trees.
And when I thought given
What seemed enough for getting done
What had to be while I was gone
I felt the wet, the soft wood stifle
I felt the darkening outer day.
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