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watching the mama moose

wade in the shallow lake—

remembering to breathe




clear night

inside the tent

raining by dawn




beside the campfire

singing an old song

no one else knows




night so quiet

I hear the river roaring

inside my thoughts




the world so itself

and inside me

the blessing of blessings




even a crow

can be trained to talk—

come, hurt, find your words




everywhere we step

a ring of mushrooms—

oh if a path could laugh




eating wild strawberries—

the heart, too, is accustomed

to bliss in small bites

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