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For the first four months of 2014 I tried to jot down some thing that I loved - each day. It developed into a sort of rambling poem of pleasures. It lapsed at the beginning of May, but I came across some lines among my drafts, so here's the last installment of the Love Note to 2014 . . .
I love to be pushed by the wind.
I love clouds, and I love that the sky is blue - ricochets of light fragmented.
I love a lightning-shattered cobalt sky
I love walking an old downtown, with a history built of brick and stone, paint upon paint.
What of ours will stand a century from today?
I love the songs of the meadowlark,
the way that sandhill cranes travel in pairs,
the silhouettes of herons
and the avarice of gulls
I love a lightning-shattered cobalt sky
I love walking an old downtown, with a history built of brick and stone, paint upon paint.
What of ours will stand a century from today?
I love the songs of the meadowlark,
the way that sandhill cranes travel in pairs,
the silhouettes of herons
and the avarice of gulls
I love a night woods echoing with the sonnets of cicadas and the ghazals of frogs.
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