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Something is Watching
A clear, attentive mind
Has no meaning but that
Which sees is truly seen.
No one loves rock, yet we are here.
Night chills. A flick
In the moonlight
Slips into Juniper shadow:
Back there unseen
Cold proud eyes
Of Cougar or Coyote
Watch me rise and go.
From "Piute Creek"
by Gary Snyder
Used with permission
Who Goes There?
Ambush
Spent Blossom
Who Goes There?
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