A Pastoral

I go where the water ran,
the track,worn and abused by playful streams
suits well my dusty feet.
Locks and keys and broken glass
serve my alleyway irony.
How beautiful is the cutting edge,
How graceful is the liquid stone,
how cunning the gravity
how grave the windchimes' syncopated song?

Erich Campbell

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