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JOY GEYSER



When the rock of pain is released

and removed

the joy fountain beneath it can

geyser into the light



SWIFT





Swooping so swiftly

the winged swifts

airborn satellites

round the cliffs

foiled by the sky

their feathery script

Living quicksilver,

their flight does shift.

Contagious joy ignites our own..

one of God's greatest gifts



(this poem is to muse Ilsa Setziol

who said

'white-throated swifts dart out of nests in the cliff')

(http://www.postpoems.com/members/wemni.. has written

a masterful poem on wheeling birds)