321 & 322 :: Higher View

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I’m in the dunes;
she is in an oak tree;
he is creepy crab scooting across the sand;
and Ellen is singing, somewhere close by.

Today I awoke
from a fog —
a fog that had settled around me
while I was immersed in the back and forth
and so did not notice the thick air
clinging to the landscape
of my mind.

Outside,
by the lake,
taking deep breaths —
perhaps that is what did it,
lifted the fog,
and cleared the air.

Made way for a higher view.

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