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Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Red barn is brighter;
Trees stand crisp against the sky.
Earth is in the air.

Gentle roar around;
The sound of rushing water.
Spring streams spring swiftly.

"Quick. quick" the bird shouts;
The woods are still full of snow.
But Spring's puddles spread.

The stream flows softly;
It twinkles in the sunlight.
Patterns on the rocks.

The rusty muffler
Lies uncovered in the woods.
Brown as the moist ground..

Beneath: rushing stream;
Above: wild geese are honking;
In the middle: me.

Bird on a phone line
Sits still against the blue sky
Then swoops to the ground.

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