Meadow of a Dream

Piece of Mine by Margaret Heltzel

The drowsy trickle of brewing coffee,

the pronounced call of the kingfisher,

the faint shot of dissipating fog -

Tintinnabular song between bluff and hill

carrying down the middle fork’s muddy slopes

to the water flow of its brothers branches -

Harmony is happenstance

in the place of backbones and bloodlines.

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