it is the colour of light
the shape of of sound high in the evergreens
it lies suspending hills
a blue line in a red sky
I am looking at sound
I'm hearing the brightness of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness of lakes, rivers and streams
caught in an angle of song
I am remembering water that glows in the dawn
the motion tumbled in earth
life hidden in mounds
I am dancing a bright beam of life
I am remembering love.
- Love Jones
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