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Your Song Never Ceases
I see the people in these grottoes and caves,
surrounded by spruce and oak,
ferns lurching out from cliffcrack roots,
people huddled & listening,
listening to this music
that drowns the lover
and gives audience to the river
beyond all rivers:
sky & sun catch your mist -

A little boy leans over his perch
takes a drink
and sees a wrinkled face
in the rippled water garden.

Your song never ceases,
your harmony so textured
in these rocks & trees
that music reverberates from this pool
into ocean,
back to you,
in cloud-chant, sun, mist.
Never lose your voice.

Salmon Creek Falls, Big Sur, Calif.