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Crossing Rivieras, May 2014

Posted on August 5, 2014 by anna mosca

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not sure if it’s a song
my ear gathers or a
story gently murmured

out of the blue water
sailing between ridges
innumerable notes

I listen to these secret
codes I lightly stare
at the creases an

opening on the
improvising

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Leigh W. Smith on August 28, 2014 at 8:33 pm said:

“A song my ear gathers” is superb phrasing; that will definitely stay with me for a long, long time! Lovely poem & photo, Anna!

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- anna mosca on September 2, 2014 at 8:41 pm said:
  
  Thank you Leigh!
  
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