Today I was listening to some spoken word and came across this poem. It's the kind of poem that needs to be read out loud to be really appreciated.
It is the color of light,
the shape of sound
high in the evergreens.
It lies suspended in hills,
a blue line in a red sky.
I am looking at sound.
I am hearing the brightness
of high bluffs and almond
trees. I am tasting
the wilderness of lakes, rivers,
and streams
caught in an angle
of song.
I am remembering water
that glows in the dawn,
and motion tumbled
in earth, life hidden in mounds.
I am dancing a bright
beam of light.
I am remembering love.
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