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Way in the Woods

Updated: Mar 17, 2019

Watching the waters


where these hidden falls have rushed

the First Ones must have come

and tumbled,

as guests among foxes,

endless and clear—

the many-voiced birds,

rushed and tumbled

the coyote and deer,

for moons beyond counting

to fill their tight baskets

to fill these soft woods

with a sweet clear water

with a violent wealth—

and feel—

I whisper,

while watching these waters

awed and assured,

rush and tumble—

"I am one...


I am all...


I am something very small..."

... alive.

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