Back lit sky piercing the green canopy,
Orchestral movements on the ground.
Leaf shadows dancing
While they can in the evening light.
What wonderful music they must hear.
I only hear the engines of cars with their tires
pressing down the street,
and an occasional voice carried on
the wind.
Hardly dancing sounds.
Yet they sway, turn, bounce and move
with elegance and peaceful rhythm.
Subterranean sounds must be heard
through the trunk; a stethoscope of the Earth.
Yes, that must be it.
OPEN LETTER TO PRESIDENT ELECT, DONALD TRUMP - From a Voter
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Dear Mr. Trump; 11/9/16
Congratulations on the victory you have realized. Your hard work payed off
in a way that surprised many; including...
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