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the sound of my steps
my hills on concrete
early in the morning
resounds in my head
is an internal sound
that echoes all over
when thoughts cease
for a minute or two
when flowers reach
the fullness of my heart
invasive as their perfume
I slow down to inhale
it’s a time warp this one
now suddenly on the
French/Italian Riviera
same me hushed in the
moment of understanding
beauty from within
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under or above
removed from usual
grounds from valleys
to enter quieter realms
stillness and marvel
to be marginal
observing whether
with fish or birds
a new silence
lingering in
eternity
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time earned to spend
silently in isolation
unseen
to ponder
from afar a gracious
life filled with opportunities
I’m changing vocabulary
words such as trouble
pain and asperity
as an answer on my path
church bells
breaking the stillness
filling the midday air
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I see them leaving
one by one climbing
the sky over an unsettled
sea many colors intensely
spread among waves
sprays jumping high
crests of foam
the space taken by
the loud sounds
one after another
they turn their backs
flying away
we stay below
a lazy eye to the clock
among pebbles
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unexpected gray day
as the bus crosses over
clouds costal shores
occasional ray shining
I try the awakened mode
dreams brought me sweats
somewhere here shall
some rest be found
an island amidst
a calm sea small white
clouds running the sky
a vast prairie to roam
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annamosca 