The Listening
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Laurence Overmire
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The river
Tells me things
I never understood
Before
And the trees
Those great standing
Forefathers
Nod their heads
In agreement
I hold the rock
In my hand
And feel that dense
Encrusted wisdom
The ages speak
In the rhythm of the stone
Of galaxies and
Light years
Hence
I take this primitive knowledge
Planted in the seed of my
Scantily clad
Breath
And give it back to the
Earth
The place laid out for me and
My time
In peace.
~ Laurence Overmire
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