Perspectives 2008
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Sandflower
by Doug Foust
Where grains of smallness
love to be.
From larger things a hand
could hold.
A presence shares where eyes
may see.
The visions that so many
told.
As winds ride endless
through its form.
And drift to where its life
may be.
The grains of smallness ride
a storm.
That speaks its ways across
the sea.
And all that’s come to share
in part.
What can’t be told to still
its ways.
The visions hold where many
hearts.
Have held the beauty in the
grains.
Where time has never moved
the place.
Given always by the hand.
That wrote the beauty of its
face.
And gave the life within the
sand.
As winds ride endless where
it’s born.
And drift to where its life
may be.
Its grains of smallness
speak the form.
That shares the boundaries
with the sea.
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