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A bird stumbles out of its fragile night, wet with promise. It doesn't cry it sings a song of creation. There are competing tunes, weightless, on the tips of reborn oaks as if green needed a second melody, and I chase the starry flutes, rise and fall with miraculous wings and step out of earthbound ideas about schedules and boundaries. Simplicity was the answer to the riddle: One thin shell between fear and understanding. An afterlife right now, and for now, nothing hidden. Now hawks are rewriting a simple sky, now God's signature is all over free-flowing blue, and I stumble out of my fragile night, and sing a song of creation. Patricia Joan Jones
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