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    a turtle

    sluggishly

    rocking

    back and forth

    steps
    gingerly

    upon ice . . .


    sliding, sliding,

    falls. . .

    is falling

    down,

    far down

    the steep mountain rocks

    falling down

    through centuries

    awakens then

    suddenly

    inside a nest

    of soft and feathered


    birds.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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