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My View


Some days wind stops.
Tree limbs refine
sun and leaves merge
into brush strokes,
into a brilliant
green palette spread
from pale to shadow.
Sky washes pale
pools through eggshell
gray and blue hints.
I fall into
this moment, witness
all those eons
and accidents
crystallize this view
before time and wind
return the blur.

  Richard Dinges, Jr.