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Oregon In Winter
by Neil Meili

The big plane slows, mists rise to meet it
droplets begin to play along the windows

My body, mostly water
falling through clouds, mostly water

I have been traveling some

The water in me comes from
the limestone caverns of Austin,
the rivers of upstate New York, and
million year old glaciers in the Rockies of Alberta

The clouds have been around the world
rising and falling as river, air, and sea

Quiet now, as I am
I can feel them meeting again
hear them, telling stories


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