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Glint gold in the sun
Aspens dancing, spiraling upward
Among the still permanence
Of stolid rough-barked cottonwoods
Together, an al fresco manse
Room upon room, story upon story
With a ceiling of palest blue
She travels far and wide
Both on these winds and those no one can see
But still she returns to the cottonwood house
When working, she allows sight but no more
No capturing of images
So there will be no risk of capturing of souls
Her appearance delivers the message
All is well; journey done
But there are other souls and other journeys still
Now, empty cottonwood rooms
Lit by spiraling silver aspens
Beneath a sheltering blue sky
Are all the home that remains
When the hawk flies away
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