THIS CURRENT GOES RUNNING

Three white diagonal stripes
emerge as parallel streaming
between fertile valleys.

Unclouded water in sunlight
reflects clear sky. A cherry. A peach.
Flecks of ripe apple.

All of these blossoms and their bees
long ago became honey-brown
and darker still.

What was current now goes running
through some corner of history.

Come, see where I lived
under wild-horse ridges.

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Copyright 2015

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