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Doug Anderson: He Came That Way
each day
with the sheep,
where the clear water
from the spring
enters the darker water
of the river,
that very place
where it
whirls and whorls
and makes a third color.
He glimpsed her
through a gap in the trees
as she hurried to put on
her clothes
having been caught there,
bathing. She could not
help but smile at him
the way his old face was lit,
the way all his scars
fell away from him
in that moment,
and she thought
the way the sun lit
the dappled leaves behind him
he might be opening his wings.
Copyright 2017 Doug Anderson
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A beautiful vision, rendered with perfect verbal economy.
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Wonderful water images – even before you get to all the rest. Many thanks!
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