(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
(#97)
I have burned my hands
In the furnace of the past
Stoking memories
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(#98)
Stars write arias
For the bashful moon to sing
But who will listen
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(#99)
I have made my peace
Sitting under willow trees
In the green shadows
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(#100)
Does the floating leaf
Fear whitewater’s treachery
It has no regrets
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(#101)
Rest my ear aground
Listen to the planet’s heart
Know my place on earth
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(#102)
In the hushed forest
Eternity speaks to me
In jade whisperings