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2012/06/20  4:08pm PST

Mojo forces flow through the rocks

Which crown the hill beneath my feet

At treetop level distractions cease

As the solstice turns in mystic peace

The leaves are rustling in the wind

While flocks of birds call back and forth

Looking out beyond the forest to the distant sea

Brings me to a moment of pure tranquility

Resounding briefly, like the toll of a golden bell

Until the echo fades and I turn to leave

David Trudel  © 2012

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June 26, 2012 · 8:14 pm