The Vision of Four
JULY 25 '76
THE VISION OF FOUR
A sound comes up,
A thought in dance,
Hands for balance.
Joined now by another,
Closer to the roots
And through limbs
A warming chill.
An early remembrance,
Growing land.
Tomorrow,
Rising dawn, ripping as from mid-pond.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2013
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