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Photo by Ian Wagg
Where It Comes From
Carol Mikoda
 
 
It may well up from a leaf-clogged spring in the woods, 
or filter through the many needles beneath white pines. 
It may hitch a ride on a snowflake crossing a windy 
field or seep from the overtones of the hanging chimes. 
It may ripple away from the boats rocking at the marina, 
streaming lightly on the surface of the water, or slide 
from under the shadows of the deer crossing the road 
at dusk. It may bleed from the melting candle 
that lights the dinner table. It may echo 
behind wise words and laughter, or perhaps hope 
just unfolds as though from the emergent butterflies 
of our delicious dreams.
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