Fog on the pond
Fog on the river
where it begins
somewhere hidden away
New Leaves
I heard a rush of air in the trees beyond.
I tracked its direction as it came closer
where I felt spring
gather and flow past me
and then an applause rang out
in the flutter of new leaves.
angel wings and golden threaded things
Well kept secrets are the seeds of intuition.
water tops a dam as if all the actors were playing all the parts in their play all at once.
two sided
forest flood
flood
Vultures know the inventory
of a flood.
cracks in the ice
the ice on the Mississippi slides towards Savanna Illinois
ice on the Mississippi
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