April 11, 2017 · 1:20 pm

4-11-17

the wind lifts and lowers

the boughs of the cedars

like hands waving

in greeting

in farewell

silent steps through the thick

moss blanket of the ground

a mourning dove’s

sad question

hides in the shadows

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