maple tree samaraSamara

To search for
The poem is
To wander in open-faced fields
Beneath
A parasol
Of prismatic expanse
Finding the
Unshakable spring
Rediscovered
A sacred,
Sleepy sanctuary
Devoted
As white swans at day break
As black swans at twilight
Clouds looming
Beyond Dream Mountain
His sleeves contain
An unfathomable apron of
Influence
As wind carries maple keys,
Shafts of light
Form
Idea threads
A release
Of stars
Unhurried
As grain
Eclipsing
Even the summers
Spent riding horses
Ambling all day
In waving Milo fields.

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