Tuesday March 29, 2011

A pair of ducks fly silently through the trees: the mallards who return every spring to nest on the mountain, a mile from the nearest pond.

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  1. Landscape, with Returning Things

    From a nest on the mountain, from the skirt
    of the nearest pond– something has flown away

    in another time. Currents spill their salt
    and the earth changes garments. And yes

    it is a different season, but somehow the same.
    What returns arrows silently through the trees.

    Fear does the same things over. And love?
    The heart resolves to face, or not to face.

    The head says keep, the heart says bend.
    What can we do but begin.

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    03 29 2011


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