(C) R.L.K.
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We could say a symbol is like a rock
Dropped in a pool, sending out ripples
In every direction. We could speak of the need
To search for a metaphor, words of power,
Whatever it takes when confronting reality.
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Think of it: a summer afternoon when
The rain comes, and with it the smell
Of dampness and dust that links today
With yesterdays on quiet side streets.
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It's a world of things, and things in the world
Can slip away, or change in familiar ways,
As when a blue sky goes gray on an autumn day
While you sit on a park bench, alone, considering
The fall of the leaves, the briefness of it all.
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There are nights cold enough for snow, yet cloudless,
When the moonlight falls into place, in an old place,
And the sound of the wind is the sound of the world.
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Consider a day in spring: the geese
Returning, the willows swaying together,
Merging green with green, the sun
Lingering a little longer...
