dawn at a low slant
beneath the elms
watch the sun
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Tagged: meditations
Beneath the camel’s gaze sits a Florentine glass paperweight, slightly behind
Two inches of water
stand. Shiny puddle
in a blackened stone bowl.
Wee brown down thing,
wind-puffed; yellow legs
lengthened in liquid glass.
You blow like a leaf
into the dish, dip
and look up. Dip.
Look up. Hop. Fly.