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One
afternoon
while
you
sit
on
a
stone
the
mountain
(and
your
hair)
stands
up
Grass
and
flowers
lean
over
your
toes
as
if
on
a
river
of
air
Breeze
pecks
your
cheek
picks
you
up
then
flings
you
into
the
sky
You
see
a
child
with
angelic
eyes
and
golden
hair
She
makes
you
cry
“I’ve
been
wanting
to
tell
you
about
it
…
how
I
vanished
in
clouds ~
only
wind
sloughing
through
…
~ how
the
angel
caught
me
and
shouted,
‘Go
back!’”
I’ve
been
waiting
to
talk
to
some
one
about
it
for
a
long
time”
Scarlet
and
gold
moss
about
brown ~
try
as
you
might
can’t
find
a
way
down
Up
above,
ivy
walls
~ their
shadows
fall
upon
the
ground
Gold
and
scarlet
moss
about
brown
walk
you
down
to
a
pond
Rain~
drops
cir~
cles
of
drop~
lets
cir~
cles
and
circ~
lets
each
spreading
thous~
sands
of
cir~
cles
while
filling
out
invisibly,
the
pond
Not
just
watching
water~
drops
over~
lapping
also,
hearing
each
splash
Sweet
little
chimes
of
night
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