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See

 
 
See

I caught the bird settling,  
out where our orchard grows,
out where old beard sets his seedpuffs so long,
where foragers pluck them to burn out the cold.
 
I saw a song thrush
down by beached beech nuts,
skipping over root rises,
forced from their digging down deep to expand.
 
I watched the vacant river,
stroll as a song toward sea,
fingered fresh limestone,
the lichen between leaves.
 
"It's an epiphyte," I uttered.  
"Proof it's a jungle," she shared.
 
Still I long to swim
where the heron low flies,
to admire, splintered and wholely,  
clustered reeds below the necks.
 
I hunger to follow where the wagtails go,  
darting out into space,
and see no people, be no person,
a soul simply sent just to see.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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