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Scan the Rushes
Flickering fish bodies
candle horse music
letting pursed mouth
patterns twirl spiraling
surface waves
Far off homed owl hoo
hoots standing
talons tightly clenched
up the great Ash Tree
She knows where
the far reached
treasures lie
So knowing, she listens
half facing secrets
finding patient ocean's songs
looking carefully toward
the open door
Examine the table
scan the rushings
still the waves
whose pulse feels
the surety of celestial order
Fish dance to center
and dream
of what horses know