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She is a flower angelic
A poem from the Strawberry Pi series
She is a flower angelic
She knows nothing of movies or music
Dylan? Birkin? Who are these?
And why should anyone know about them?
But she knows how to walk to a tree
And understand its greeting, silently
She knows the sunlight call
of the sparrow
And the dances of the rising blood-moon
She knows where to find ancient secrets
of the Abenaquis
She knows how to mix the plants
that will suck out the poisons
And she knows about that special light
that you hide from yourself
She hides in plain view, you see
A graceful star, fallen for the few
and the mourning doves
Her smile pouring like drops of gold
for everyone who enters
her simple corner store in Cowansville
N.B.: If you enjoyed that poem,
you might like I heard Walt’s song
here on Medium
