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The branching head of
tiger-lilies through the window
in the air —

A humming bird
is still on whirring wings
above the flowers —

By spotted petals curling back
and tongues that hang
the air is seen —

It's raining —
water's caught
among the curled-back petals

Caught and held
and there's a fly —
are blossoming
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