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Wolf's Poetry

Just Beyond


What are they trying to tell me?
The trees, the river, the soft falling mist
I feel that if I look into them and listen to them
Long enough or hard enough
I will find the answers.

It is just past the edge of my vision

If I could just listen a little longer
If I could speak the language of the mossy green trees
Or see deep beneath the surface of the long, lazy river
If I could find a vision in the mist . . .

But they elude me.

Someday I will find them
Just beyond.


~~Erin Metcalf~~
© 1993

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