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October 18, 2015

Poem for Sarah in October

We walked wearing black through the yellow neighborhood,
         there and back,
                  under the blue, blue sky
And talked about the changing colors and how life begins
         and how seeds stay dormant
                  and we wondered why.
We discussed cells and ducks and things we know
         and things we don’t
                  and all we want to learn.
We caught leaves and picked off apples from the trees
         and contemplated,
                  and danced and twirled and turned.
Hopping from rock to rock,  we saw the river bed,
         dry green tunnels
                  and secret paths unseen,
And witnessed heaven through the treetops,
         saw how the sky was so, so blue
                  and wondered what it means.


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