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poem composed December 2017, edited May 2020
music composed May 21-26, 2020
performed May 26, 2020
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a year in flames, floods –
how thankful is the flower to flourish in a far field
having already borne char, weathered weather
he may even bear fruit
must blossoms burst from oblivion?
if only the past were not also the pasture,
and time a distance, not atmosphere
one night, seeking shelter from the rain,
I wished I was the storm
I wake to a blaze burning in my name
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