Love

It is the colour of light, the shape of sound, high

in the evergreens.

It lies suspended in hills, a blue line in a red sky.

I am looking at sound.

I am hearing the brightness of high bluffs and almond trees.

I am tasting the wilderness of lakes, rivers, and

streams, caught in an angle of sound.

I am remembering water that glows in the dawn, the

motion tumbled in earth, life hidden in mounds.

I am dancing in a bright beam of light...

I am remembering love.


~from Love Jones



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