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Poem of the Great Blue
Oh my little fish swim near
in the cool shade of the mangrove clump
there's nothing here for you to fear
swim closer, little sugar lump
These long pale legs and plumes you see
are just another mangrove tree
swim through these roots and swish your tail
your slippery form I shall impale
and turn you back from whence you came
thus Nature plays its endless game.
Dawn, Cerro Azul
From the overlook, dawn breaking like soft rain
the humid, warming earth heaves skyward its misty breath.
Smaller hills like sleeping bodies peek above the blanketing white.
Squeak-buzz of hummingbirds, tinamou whistles, toucan croaks
and this forest of rain—this jewel-filled jungle—launches itself unquietly into another day.
the humid, warming earth heaves skyward its misty breath.
Smaller hills like sleeping bodies peek above the blanketing white.
Squeak-buzz of hummingbirds, tinamou whistles, toucan croaks
and this forest of rain—this jewel-filled jungle—launches itself unquietly into another day.
—from the garden at Birder's View, Cerro Azul, Panama
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