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Friday, May 27, 2005

Timesong 05 The Fisher King

Rating: 4.5
As a child I played by a stream where a kingfisher hunted.
Iridescent wing feathers caught the sun as he dove for fish
Reflecting a flash of purest turquoise into the corner of one eye.
Quick! I would turn to look, but he was always gone.
And, though I gazed for hours through summer days
To see him dive with both my eyes,
This corner flash was all I ever saw.
I never knew what he was doing
When I wasn’t looking.

I guess photons are a bit like that.
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Raynette Eitel 03 June 2005
This one is meaningful to me...and the picture you painted, though elusive, was glorious. THanks. Raynette
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