It is the color of light
the shape of sound high in the evergreens
It lies suspended in hills,
A blue linei n a red sky
I am looking at sound
I am hearing the brightness of high bluffs and almond tress
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 tumbled in earth
Life hidden in mounds
I am dancing a bright beam of light
I am remembering love
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