Poem Two: The Widening Field

The Widening Field

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Who am I

a witness

to green entering

everything

dervish of myth

and pollen

we fingerprnt canyons

dust climbing light

we fngerprint the bruise

of rain on white jasmine

belly of a cloud

expanding with breath

which line unsettles

the field?

Who will be the water

who lifts the boat?

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