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A Walk
The hawk in the Arb hovers around me, beginning a new day A bee dances among flowers, kissing them and sucking in frenzy Two dragonfly lovers make love sweetly on the water edge A baby rabbit bounces on grasses, testing himself in his first summer I sense life abundant around me my heart rejoicing, and I alive
On the gravels along the rail track, I walk A kind of unknown flower, white, open wildly,blending into snow-mountain like clouds in the blue sky I am puzzled, but glad: Am I on earth or in heaven? Is this railway the Silver River, where the Weaver and the Cowboy had fallen in love?
And the hawk again, perched, high up at a light stand on Michelle Field waiting, observing & conversing only sealing the day with mystery, and I have eyes fixed on him mind in wonder |
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