Drops of Color/ This View
Drops of Color
This View
From here
—the view appears
eternal.
Time seems to
hold its hands
—each tic
every toc
ECHOES.
Beyond the valley,
the mountains
‘catch’ the refrain
launching it skyward.
Softly, the
sounds drizzle
back down
to the green
grasses
—to the soil bed
of the earth’s stage.
This performance
never closes
its curtain.
From this view,
the show lives on.
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