Nature says be cool, nothing ever mattered
More than spending a smooth eternity
Watching this punk purple martin splash
In a trout pool of the Sierra Nevada
Before dying, being released from time
And becoming the feather glance light
Surrendered in these deep blue wing vibrations
Flashing against the grayish matte air
Of the lower ponderosa and blue oak forests
West Coast purple martins on a nest box, near Fern Ridge Reservoir, Oregon, 2007 (US Army Corps of Engineers)
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