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Passing Through 4
The crow found me
Wondering,
As he pranced around
In his cantankerous way
Looking for his
Raisin bread,
One day, he said,
Understanding
Will be common,
Then he took me
Wandering
Through a
Sun Shot Forest,
Explaining Meeleirrek
And the mystic ways,
The beauty of light
And colour,
We came through
By the Salish Sea
And the strangest thing,
I can’t remember
A word he told me.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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