She Is Pretty





She was pretty



Her hips sway as she laughs

the way leaves flicker 

when baby clouds 

squeal light 


She is noble

the way dawn brays oranges 

through jiggling mountain streams


I watch her every dusk as she sways down 

to me

when I feed the ducks 


the way she used to tear them bread


I love them everyday

and sing to them even in rain


When I play my cedar flute

they churn so ardently

and wrens in trees ruffle and nod 

like the way she used to kiss me and bumble bees are

she is pretty

























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