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Claire's Poetry Corner | Jun 17

The Owl by Arthur Sze The path was purple in the dusk. I saw an owl, perched, on a branch. And when the owl stirred, a fine dust fell from its wings. I was silent then. And felt the owl quaver. And at dawn, waking, the path was green in the May light.


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