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Meditation on My Father

The bark of a favored tree reveals

its resemblance to my father’s face

brown and weathered.  The tree says

I have sustained the cosmos of

these woods. 

What I know of sun and air--

of wanderlust braving

night skies lit of lunar blush, deluge--

could satisfy the ego.



 

 

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