paperbark Mar 20, 2009
| | i th| |ink i| | so i| | thou| |ght i| | so | | |but| | lo| |ck | |to | |loc| |k w| |ith| | | wond| |rous | |wonde| |rs, here in the shallow bogs | | | of| | time, where the unthoughtsink |int| |o the settling mud |in the sh|ade of paperbarks | | | and|the|board|s|of|my |house |creak | | .in afternoon coolness anticipation of night| .locks of wind curling against the sheets | | | |mice scurry like leaves flap |buffeted, birds chirrup |hiding among new green |clothes, millions of |tiny shirts drying | |in the wind | | |my mind is the air| |empty. softly rolling. |the air is perfect sound of oneness, ease, |a gust which carries away every speck of dust | | | | | | | | home smells like trees, little babbling brooks, | | | | a warm class G star blotting out the budding sky, | | | | a hand to shade, a communion of restful shadows | | among these ancient-order slowliving earth-sky | | | | pipes. yea, we got some religion from the trees | | | | who first worshipped light, who first tilled land, | | who have seen the passing of so many leaves, and | yet remain
links to: from where you are
linked from: the words on the map and the birds in the trees ought not to have to agree.
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