1.09.2004

into the grassland of innocent whispers. (from another olde poem, "Radial"):

                  Speechless seeing,
The child's eye
Obedient, peaceful,
Nursing in the blood
Such slow harmonies:


The rustling elms,
And houses ripening
In the summer light –
Tentative longing
Rising from the streams.

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