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The Poetry Of...
Dwight Bitikofer.............................................
Opossum
The darkness at the far back
of the lawn stirs.
A glimmer of whiteness
low to the ground
moving on its quest.
Then fading back into
history not recorded
Taking Leave
Leaves of sycamore seedlings
glow a startling green
translucent above the river
just before the sunlight ends
Great River Road
Restless soul sent out to ride
the river trail.
Untried legs pump two wheels,
crackle through fallen leaves
Hawks soar from the bluffs
white below blue sky.
Red oaks flame
from greens and browns,
a badger runs to hide
Herons wait by river's edge
for truth to be revealed
A turtle suns on a fallen log
- its expectations seem benign
Fifteen miles I think it was
now the afternoon is nearly gone
water laps beside this pier
of broken concrete slabs
Of the river's truth
I know no more.
The turtle, I think, has it right
Each moment's glory is its own.
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