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Friday, October 17, 2008

The Trees Shimmering

The angels sang to us
that morning.

The trees shimmering
in delight.

No one knew where
the music came from.

Our own hearts
kept time.

The inner drumbeat
of the world.

That slow dawning,
a purple hyacinth

The ebbing of our blood
carries us
farther and farther
from shore.

Dorothy Walters
October 16, 2006
(Picture by N. M. Rai)

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