the way some things seem to grow
wide, wide wings and know
wide, wide wings and know
how to find comfort
how winter branches from summer
boughs to reenter a reminder--
earth could be paradise
it could be what finally sets me free
lets me see--when walls close in
my skies open again
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Pic: View from the eastward bridge over the Red Cedar. It's not yet officially open, but I sampled it with L last week and Big A this morning. Reader/StephLove, I touched it!
4 comments:
I like the title.
Thank you, StephLove!
Nice photo.
I'm always trying to get a shot like that of trees reflected in the water. Beautiful!
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