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wind in the pines
I reach past
my fingertips
This seems almost mystical to me.
Posted by: Robert | April 08, 2008 at 03:55 PM
Lovely.
Posted by: Felicia | April 08, 2008 at 04:26 PM
I like it.
Posted by: Masago | April 08, 2008 at 07:03 PM
Yes, mystical, and multi-layered.
Posted by: aurora | April 09, 2008 at 12:44 PM
Thank you, Robert, Felicia, Masago, and Aurora. Janet's fine yoga sequence brought my stretching practice to mind.
Posted by: Peggy Lyles | April 10, 2008 at 11:04 AM
Just got back from a midweek getaway. Let me add my voice to the chorus of praise for this. It stretches my imagination, which is, before all, what I ask of poetry.
Posted by: Bill Kenney | April 12, 2008 at 04:44 PM
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This seems almost mystical to me.
Posted by: Robert | April 08, 2008 at 03:55 PM
Lovely.
Posted by: Felicia | April 08, 2008 at 04:26 PM
I like it.
Posted by: Masago | April 08, 2008 at 07:03 PM
Yes, mystical, and multi-layered.
Posted by: aurora | April 09, 2008 at 12:44 PM
Thank you, Robert, Felicia, Masago, and Aurora. Janet's fine yoga sequence brought my stretching practice to mind.
Posted by: Peggy Lyles | April 10, 2008 at 11:04 AM
Just got back from a midweek getaway. Let me add my voice to the chorus of praise for this. It stretches my imagination, which is, before all, what I ask of poetry.
Posted by: Bill Kenney | April 12, 2008 at 04:44 PM