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Dogs 2017

HIGHER VOICES
(9/20/17)

the wind
blows
in the predawn
hours

the trees
rustle
insistently

at a time
when they
are usually
silent

they seem
to have something
to tell me
this morning

I stand

listen
for awhile

smile

knowing
that what
they say

is more
important
than anything else
I shall hear
today