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08/07/09
Two Days
Two days Compacted into a few quintessential visions, A reverie of distilled images Evanescing into the low-lying mists Of my soul's slowly unfolding history:
Ruby-throated hummingbirds, Buzzing busily as bees, Shimmering, in a blurring viridescent flurry, Near sugar-sweetened feeders, Ceaselessly sipping the elixir, flitting away;
Tasseling cornstalks, eight feet high, Calling me into the cathedral of their ripening, To be baptized among their raspy leaves, Asking me to caress their ears' silks, Become one with their lushness;
A secluded gravel road Wending deep into a warm forest Teeming with blue herons, deer, May apples, Guiding my gossamer spirit Toward its source, then out, again.
Now, driving two hundred miles home, My psyche's cargo infinitely light, I no longer recognize who I was, Two days ago. Forgetting clears the way, for equanimity.
08/07/09
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