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By Violet Date: 2004 Nov 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.03.17.02.4983]] |
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early morning he leans against the wood post and feels the steady pressure between his shoulder blades facing east under a sheet of sinewy fog as ducks skim the water there are hundreds of them mallards, widgeons and canvas backs their bodies speckle the surface while light gleams in ribbons of soft color among the ripples they create it is so quiet here that he feels small his existence is diminished against the frame of nature yet his thoughts are somehow amplified moments pass until suddenly the sky erupts canada geese as far as the eye can see the sound is deafening wings beating, birds calling out directions to one another they struggle into akward formations he turns and looks around him no camera to capture the scene no one to share it with he considers her for a moment and the desire to fight for her begins to grow maybe people are like swans they have one mate for life if they lose that mate, they lose everything the wet grass whips around his ankles as he makes way back to his truck he is renewed a still peace has collected in his chest the clouds hang thick and low but allow some sun to sift through diffusion of light relfection of hope |