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dying leaves fall with vibrancy

a dive to the ancients

taste the challenge to let go - of the f a m i l i a r -

the forest and aroma of cork in the bottle of wine drunk long ago

before i was a child again.

i had not remembered this part for such a long time

then through the r i n g s of trees

and the s p i r a l s of clay

it arrives.

a sunny morning fired vessels her intelligent fingers his announcement

expansive heritage

and the

iron body

of rabbit and ant

rim walking forever in c i r c l e s

of this where and that where

between the sips we dance with the veils

to feather in a pen

and light slashing open throats

to pour

w a t e r from s i l v e r