| ( the place ) | Gentle gulls, is it food for lean souls that guides our gliding to this place?... |
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| ...Is yours a holy hunger? Are you, too, harboring an eagle's heart? |
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| ( Superior sunset ) | Ice and copper dissolve to make a blue bed in a red room. Sleep, sun. |
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| ( agate: today ) | The child seizes her treasure-- a tiny star dropped on the shore, for her... |
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| ...what superior rages and blue caresses sculpted her booty? |
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| ( natives ) | The black bear walks at midnight, white fog at dawn; foraging for substance. |
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| ( sunrise ) | Awake from its Asian dream, the chilled sun nudges the gull from its nest... |
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| ...warms itself, stirs tea and currents, alerts the woodlands-- while working west. | ||
| ( Grand Marais ) | Ten thousand waterfalls, all raindrops, aspire to be as grand as a swamp | |
| The feminine morning of Grand Marais might wear five dresses-- today! |
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| Slap! Breaking the soft night, A raucous silver fish dances with fire flies. |
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