Here Is Beauty

When the jay sang,
did you thank it,
or the stream,
when it caressed your ankles?

Here is beauty
you cannot hold,
but only channel:
like a reed
vibrating in wind,

or like a cliff rose
whose fragrant scent
the canyon
while her startled seedpods
as wind socks.

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