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Morning Grey
117 wordsI hear a train horn in the morning grey. I can so clearly imagine it down by the river. With each reverberation it pushes against the quiet, the rippled river, all the way out to the mouth of the ocean, and the coarse interior mountains at the end of the Columbia, the Snake, the Fraser,…
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Sea and Sky
87 wordsBlue mountains fade like mist out of the water, reflections of each other, dawn to dawn, the haze of all horizons stretched over them. It seems these mountains are all water, that they are the sea and the sky at once; empty and cloudless yet full of something that is old and living. I stretch…
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Real Birds
142 wordsOnce, in the middle of the night, I heard a squeak from the building across the street, some rumbling of the air conditioning or something, and I thought it was a bird, some exotic nighthawk on the roof, something beautiful, with eyes like smooth black stones, and a scarf of white around his neck. He…
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Home Flower
120 wordsListen, I will speak their names– larkspur, trillium, stream violet, fairy lantern, vetch, vanilla leaf. I look out into the green and read their leaves, like language, like words on a page. I hear them speak, and know their songs, how the wind rustles them, how the pathfinder-plant flickers green and white, how the sedge whistles…
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