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 The filmy blue heaven 
tosses dreams of 
hairballs and high wire fences
high enough so
their menace transfigures
into tight curls of rose petals
or miracle fetaled
inside a stiff chrysalis 
coated in sand -

Pick one 
before breathing again -

 LISTEN

 There is always soft patter,
knocking about the April rain -
a pulse that syncopates 
from cacophony to heart beat. 
It bounces among
spring peepers and
the waxing wail of owls, 
while rabbits freeze in place
screwed down like jar lids -

 Pick one
without looking -

 JUMP

 The ground still sumptuous
in melt water
wants to hold the fallen
in its wormy cradle.
Up to our knees 
the best thing to do
is pray like tendrils
beside a strong river 

Nile
Mekong
Ganges
Yangtze
Danube
Orinoco
Zambezi
Missouri 
Irrawaddy

Pick one
with only your ears-

 FOLLOW


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