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8.03.2025
quill of smoke
The rooftop
With a quill of smoke stuck in it
Wavers against the sky
In the dreamy heat of summer.
—Norman MacCaig, from "July Evening,"
The Poems of Norman MacCaig
(Polygon, 2011), edited by Ewen MacCaig
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