SUNDAY POEM
MEDITATIONS FROM THE CENTER: 5
In the center of my ribs, a silver salmon
leaps
In the center of my ribs, a rock of granite
from earth to heaven
In the shelter of an oak a red-winged
blackbird
nests
In a viridian
pond, mallards teach
their ducklings to swim
In the center of my ribs, an infant
breathes
an angel
with hair of green willow
in the center of my ribs
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