Wednesday, April 7, 2010

I loved the pure air (April 7, 2010)

I loved the pure air
the wilderness of not talk.
Sliding across smooth stones,
on either side a rushing torrent
the shadows lifted
The sound came
and paused again,
a little cry of caught from fallen
so soon.
the silver morning rising
seized by that wondering what
I could have wept

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