i got drunk on just his laugh
and the night blew away like a dream

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i prayed let her be okay bringing
her sailboat to shore
carrying the moon

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the blue jays can still fly in
hurricane wind and i can still fly
my bicycle an airplane
over the bridge in the wind
leaves running down the street
the wind gathering all its holy
ghosts    all its wheels and wings

i praise thanks wind for this fly life
smell of breeze
when i open the door
the train shaking the roots Dylan
on the phonograph so echoed
yet so clear like a thousand
midnights ago and like the cleanest just now

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praising the trees for making it thru
the night sturdy bending
trees looking out the window
in the blue and gold
hurricane sky  resurrection
in rain jacket

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sitting here in mud face
& weak legs
the soft smell of rose
petals
as you walk by

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wish i could be childlike lost
in the joy of each moment
wish i could be a forest 

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a child wanting to wrap myself
up in her blue rain jacket

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the clouds arrive in the form
of a sacred face looking into me

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crows surround me as i talk
to my mother in the woods
purring and calling
in answer to her question
about the future   crows are social
she said

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saved by the river saved by the trees
the tall tall pines who match their hearts
with mine