Insight
I’ll be okay
listening to strange dialects of birds,
listening to rain’s descent
before earth stops its fall,
the sound of a hand pulling
a bow across strings or
the sound of soft finger pads
pressing ivory, or hearing
wind shiver the trees and knowing
clouds always race with the sky.
Although I will miss seeing
a la fée verte spring arrive.
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