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MIND WEAVING PATTERNS

Mind weaving patterns this day of great light, wind and leaves; winging the blue sky, my heart like a far gull, and crying, high above rush of the leaves and the river-waves lapping: O lost in the grandeur of light: under the wide wing of sunlight, forever ascending, my heart.

Song on my flesh of the river-wind lapping the shore with long waves: gull voyaging westward, the cut cry and motion of wings swimming heaven . . .

Shadows of willows descending the warm sky, smoothing the white-gold of sand, caressing bronze of the body.

WILLIS EBERMAN

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