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even where the wind
is high the mass of lilies
calms a little cove
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wind in white pine comes
and goes white lilies turning
golden eyes to me
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many stems waver
spiral through gold water all
lilies rise yes rise
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some other world blooms
some heaven of psalm flowers
sing sing stun this world
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Young bald eagle drops
over loon chick wild parents howl
yes while lilies saw
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what kind of white bloom
stuns palms of the blue world why
am I just one eye
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prow parts paths through pads
fish flop ahead disappear
this is where we live
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water lily field
shine waver part root in sun
we remind ourselves
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more lilies more pads
more openings more gold heart
sun in the eye oh
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close these lotus now
the sun rolls down behind pine
beaver trails stirring
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all sky all of us
all trees all ponds all lilies
that Monet was right
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I was there; lucky me!