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When the Sun Shines
When the sun shines, every baobab
Tree is free, another limb
Of a single earth, neurons snuggle
In the brain, and in the dim
Morning light, four rivers flow
Before four palaces, the sunlight
Pulses and the streams of photons
Flick the cave front of the troglodyte.
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Yaacov David Shulman