A man is talking to a dog again
as he would to his best friend
while vegetables are falling
through the air behind him
a hot breeze strolls casually
into the morning garden smiling
down inside the earth
a deep blue will is shining
while above clouds take on
the shapes of our mistakes
shooting them through with
a golden intelligence
and rising up from below
a silvery blessing
while from above looks down
a gaze (a dove)
that sifts the soul.
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