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This day blooms
under wide meadows
of sky. We lay
our sun-stunned bodies
in constellations
of clover and buttercups.Salmonberry bubbles
of sweet red light
break on our tongues.
Shooting stars
in the flowerbeds,
pollen in our sheets.
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Lovely! Especially hearing your voice ;~))
Posted by: deb | 21 June 2004 at 12:39 PM
Oh, YUM.
I couldn't get the voice thing to work, but it's probably just me ....
Posted by: Patia | 21 June 2004 at 12:47 PM
I think you must have flash enabled to hear the audio.
& I really appreciate the comments on this -- I still find audio posting a bit intimidating.
Posted by: SB | 21 June 2004 at 12:53 PM
Exactly what Patia said. YUM, and um.....
Posted by: Erin | 21 June 2004 at 01:19 PM
That was wonderful!!! You got a good voice for doing poetry. Also to let you know I did get your emails Tomorrow I'm going sit down and take a good look at them.
Posted by: Cathy | 21 June 2004 at 08:15 PM
i remember....
Posted by: Ree | 21 June 2004 at 09:38 PM
Yes, more please! The audio is lovely, very soothing...
Posted by: yukino | 22 June 2004 at 01:32 AM
Oh. Salmonberries!
I adore them (and this poem).
Posted by: Brianna | 22 June 2004 at 07:29 PM
I was in Sitka for the 2005 solstice. Your poem brings back the whole sensual experience...aromas, sounds, wind,...the pace of being able to soak the entire experience inward.
Posted by: Steve | 21 June 2006 at 10:13 AM