They move upstream
fins flailing
while a light rain falls
on the crunch of leaves
underfoot as we hurry
through woods and water
pausing to watch
the arc of gray
silver-flashing while airborne
then a flop into silence.
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The Art of the Libretto: John Adams
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2 comments:
A beautiful and mysterious conclusion.
Beautiful, silver flow, perfect moment at the end. I can't get over how your words and pictures together always harmonize but always create a new thought/emotion/memory. Sometimes the Cosmos makes a popping noise when it happens :)
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