This morning I found a poem from a couple years ago
and decided to spend some enjoyable time tinkering with it. This is where it's come to for now. It's from 10,000 feet in the White Mountains of California: Autumn Aspen Grove I was here before I was born and before I was born autumn light in aspen grove was on my feet and turned me in a dance of green and yellow. Round I went in the light and the water of falling yellow carried me .... it was as though I were air had arms in everything and this before I was born yet being born and past born still here aspen light on driftwood feet turning, turning dancing sea of green and yellow.
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