As the sun triumphantly rises,
proclaiming the day, these hours, this life,
serious deliberations and distracted contemplations
t r a i l o f f
into the unspoken, like an echo
that is carried by the wind, of a seagull's cry.
EVERYTHING
IS NEW!
All at once I see
the way it is,
embraced in this
kind of silence.
. . . . .
Elsewhere, an eagle
opens to the sky…
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