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A Hundred Gourds 5:2 March 2016

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Adelaide B. Shaw – USA


Walking the Path


We walk the path on a breezy autumn day. It is peak season. The sky, an energetic blue, decorated with pillow clouds. Colors vibrant and many: umber, russet, orange, burgundy, lemon yellow, tawny gold and colors for which I have no name.

one step at a time
our shadows merge
into one

Leaves loosen their hold on trees and zip across the path, some grazing us as with a dry brush. Passing a copse of spruce the wind gives voice.

see Naples and die
the meaning arrives
with a rush of sound

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