It is the color of light
The shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills
A blue line in a red sky
I am looking at sound
I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
Of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song
I am remembering water
That glows in the dawn
The motion tumble in earth
Live hidden in mounds
I am dancing a bright being of live
I am ... remembering ... love
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