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Ecstasy


As the ancients detail it

ecstasy passes over us

in a mist of particles

it lives bare

dies unburied

I finally understand it is raining

it is beautiful

a couple of hawks in a tree

and not the tree entire


Jane Miller

Boston Review

May / Jun 2013


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