Meanderings

From today’s bright joy
and from yesterday’s dark clouds
the forest survives

Within her brown breast
beneath canopies of green
Lives she, and she lives

Amongst sycamores
before the Europeans
from another world

A sinless landscape
both the mountain lion and deer
rest amongst the leaves

The river surges
the dead and weak flow downstream
free and untangled

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