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| Poppies and Lupine near Village Site |
A phoebe loops to the last
serious fence and chirps
excitedly, distracting us
from its nest as we creep...
three feet away before it leaps
and weaves through the wings
of a cattle guard into the branches
of a valley oak. Once I flew
down this road while my father
snoozed in the passenger seat
after a long day of fishing
in the heat, thirty-five years ago....
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| Ithuriel's Spears and Fiesta Flowers by Stream |
He died a week later. I return again
to search for signs of the vanished
at the confluences--trails, house pits,
pounding stones--until I sense
an overarching consciousness,
the grass and trees tuning
to a frequency that I know
my father felt so long ago,
my soul tuned to the tranquility
of the World Soul, a peace
beyond understanding that never
totally vanishes from the earth,
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| Ithuriel's Spears and Pretty Face |
a peace that links us again
as swallows thread through
branches into the holes of one
of the few unaltered embankments
large enough for a whole flock,
violet-green swallows suddenly
weaving between them, both flocks
describing in air and water
the presence of flies as we gaze
silently a long time at loops
of white and brown, white
and iridescent violet-green.
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