Rivers and Mountains
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| Rivers and Mountains |
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High haze: a ring around the sun:
bright overcast: hand’s shadow fades on the page: clouds tow blue sky on warm wind. The busy world’s machinery is a wasp’s buzz in the forest. Pensioners, short-term contractors, content, we can afford to let trees fall unharvested, to feed the wilderness. Up in the hardwood canopy a wood thrush out-lieders rivals to persuade an open-hearted listener it’s all good. Breezes brush the bay, sky-coloured ripples advance, waver, reverse, we follow somehow, shimmer, transient, far sun-flicker stammering. |
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