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Instructions

Let's go out into the wilderness
and find what we can find

somewhere in there   we have
always been spring wind searches

across the landscape and we intercept
some of its good tidings     moments

that rise to fully engage the meadows
the mountains   are telegraphed by

trees   to the taller ones   in this
lively breeze we can stand and filter

all that the season wants us to
know    if spring is anything

it is growing upon us

     

Copyright 2007 by James Downs