Thursday, January 9


For George

I see him in the trees
Tall and strong, gangly limbs that try to touch the sky
“Be strong,” they say
“Stand tall,” they tell me

I see him in the river
Always moving, changing fast, full of stories
“Keep going,” it rumbles
“Cut new paths,” it beckons

I see him in the birds
The cunning hawk, the splendid eagle, the curious sparrow
“Fly farther,” they call
“Hunt far and wide,” they sing

I see him in adobe
In the gentle carvings of a rough, strong hand
In quiet rooms of light
In many windows facing east
To sunrise.

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