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Observations and Musings
The road appears
as an ancient hide
The mother elephant
A young long arm reaches out
Depths of the hoard
It reaches for the wild
Dancing sun
Full puddle in the middle
Angled iron and wires
Cut the sky
There is a sign posted
Washed and faded
Schematic of the wood
Abound in unfounded joy
The cormorant calls
The forest floor sings a tune
The wind in my ears
I hear the ocean
Empty echo of the past
Forgotten then no, remembered
All of it is now
Copyright ©
Duke Dickson
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