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journey

May 3, 2011

giving thanks for comforting grass and warmsoft ground to lie on

vast skies to lie under

.

while private noises of birds in thickets

and floating high patterns of aerodynamic whimsy form a kind of perimeter

 .

still in every direction

calm in every bone

 .

a gauze whites the field around,

the insect kingdom busies itself regardless

 .

everything is one million point one miles from here

except the boat

 .

in a bubble with a moat

on an island in a stream

a refuge for two mammals

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