Where has my inspiration gone?
Away with the hawk cry
Perched on top of the Redwoods
Lost in the summer sunsets
Wild pink and blue fires
That faded into a billion stars
How could I turn my back on you?
The moment I watched
Tiny grey and black sparrows
Bathing in an old fountain
Moved to tears-
Their simple joy
And sweet vibrations
The young buck deep in the forest
We stared at each other
Eyes as curious as mine
I thought of Claude and knew God was near
The black squirrel
Bounding and dancing
Through the branches of aged Oaks
Where has my inspiration gone?
Only wandering…
Hawk cry,
Wild sunsets,
Curious buck,
Black squirrel
Claude’s last breath…
In God
In Me.
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