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azalea
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My home is impermanent,
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always drifting and unsettled
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in the wild sheets of prairie
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that unfold before me.
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The vibrant yesterdays
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and fresh woodlands of my youth
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come back to me in whispers,
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breaking the barriers of distance
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and time until there is nothing
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but vast clear sky above.
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The same sky
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that blankets these unbroken plains
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tumbles over Bohemia,
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amaranthine.
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For a moment I am home
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and I see his eyes-
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my father’s eyes-
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serene and sparkling
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among the elders.
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4 May 07 |
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Beautiful and breathtaking. More than that - stillness in a poem. Thank you for inviting me to share and witness your view, and your own vastness.
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