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February 1984

 

gems in flight

sparkling in the sun

silvry in the air

arcing from the earth

only to return

to lay as jewels

on long and green

blades of grass

blowing in the wind

yards from where they were

when set to sudden flight

by a transient thing of rubber

 


 

Edwin Koopmans was driving us in his fathers van

to a bowling tournament in Oshawa when

we drove through a puddle on the 401.

 


Each New Day A Miracle
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