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Apologizing if the formatting fails here. There is already enough in our way. Hope you can hear
this whispered yes.
this whispered yes.
Visions
In an old cabin
some scarlet wine
in a candlelit glass.
Letting go, immersed
in the warmth
of a cast iron hearth,
one will easily drift.
Visions may come.
And if you are ever
on a mountain path,
stop and rest.
Taste the rain
on a summer’s dust.
In the early twilight,
bow to the horizon.
Over rounded buttes
and ridge line breaks,
lightning can move
in an amethyst sky.
Silence will come
soon enough.