A bedsit.

A murderous gas fire bent in sending me across the road.

A window.

I encountered this woods in the midst of the city.

Sanctuary

Fall of 1976

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Listen

to the heartbeat of life

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 Susurros,

whispers of a warm spring day

enveloped my being 

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A robin alighting,

here and there,

welcomed to its lair,

its voice joining the chorus

of the woods...

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Silence

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The loneliness of afternoons

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Quaker graveyard

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The silence of the birds

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The day was cold,

the greyness of an overcast winter afternoon.

Mud had taken over my shoes,

mud that became embedded in my consciousness.

Yet, Madonna, in her silence, greeted me.

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