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Rainbow Drift

Like brief water
etches into blacktop


The eight to five
Of river drift
Writes into clay its cadence of thought

Driftwood strays to the swing of Blue
And Osprey cloud Sails

Into sand

Guitar streams tune the horizon
As still lifes\' grip these canvas eyes

While breezes think
Among wind chimes

Song and senses

Sift away the edges

of crystal at rest with
a rainbow