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biking home

September 26, 2014

tawny fields close cropped surround me

as hawks and herons adorn the blue

like kites without rope anchors

flying left and right they croon

the winds rush past my ears

murmuring an audible sigh

my soul finds relief in these tinctures:

land, earth, animal, and sky

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