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| 20 years later, the golden rays fan out in the porch view. |
fan out
behind the marsh.
Light pierces the afternoon
November cold
snow, wind-
full moon.
It penetrates dark grey clouds
and leads my eye
to rest upon the Earth.
A doe
in passionate leaps
running full throttle
through cold water…
great splashes erupt beside her
and light pierces each droplet.
As she is running
a rainbow path unfolds,
a shower of rainbows wherever she goes.
The vital
sacred moment passes,
caught by no technology
but this…
the image burning
like a candle
in the sanctuary
of my wild island heart.
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