She's worn out, she is, from scampering under root and bough, a dog now on the hunt for the serene of shaded grass, so I follow her into the quiet

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This river’s the only thing to notice in motion, here in a forest of topaz and green

I rest here and dream of the moment: how every ripple wanders towards ocean or sea

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a quiet moment of repose

tender is the time when kindness and closeness flows

not a word, necessary; she always knows

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One red maple leaf - half-buried in dust but still holding Autumn in Spring -

There’s the oddness of the world becoming visible only in the moment when it sings

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Half notes remember a forgotten tune

Eighth notes stutter, a popped balloon

Quarter notes dance, a pirouette cartoon

but Whole notes, linger, like wandering moons

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Under shadows, they bide their time:

the cast-off creatures

of the dusk sunshine

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Push or pull the wheels off course, and if that fails, use a little force

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Clouds, recovering, and rain drops, hard

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If I were to write some lines of words with you – for you – we'd sit beneath the ancient oak tree, shrouded in the shade our lives have made, and dream of poems, together

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Embedded in pixels:

an idea encapsulated under cover of art -

Click, sings the keys, the sound of the remixing heart

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