this river swims in time. this sky
flies through emptiness. we live
forever every moment as love
falls into people. fuel
consumes
fire, and rain drinks Earth.
I saw
a thousand angels moving through
a silver valley. low
clouds
picked them up, changed them
into snow, conveyed them over
mountains, let them go. oh, let them go.
hans ostrom circa 1995/revised 2021
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