Ode to my own

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             20 OCT poem              

I'm in every leaf of grass

and every fleck of dust

I'm each inch of this ground

worm or ant

calm or loud

I'm those million tears of sky

breaking down

a starry night

I'm the moth around each flame

and the outrageous of her blame

I'm the sister of Great Oak

filled with berries, roots and cold

Flume or river

  flash or thunder 

there's no force that brings me under

I'm in wind

that wilder blows

out of memories

and words   

                                       .F

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