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02 July 02008 Where I used to live, light will be embracing this day all the way around. Here, where I live now, light is shorter, night longer, days waver less noticeably. Again and again I dream of moving. Places strange and familiar; neighbors oddly unknown. Today one of the young squirrels took bread from the feeder and came to sit at arms- length in the tree above me. She turned and turned the food in her tiny hands, scattering crumbs, then stretched out flat and cool on the wide branch. I don't know why she joins me here, morning after morning. I see a pale bread- crumb traveling across the stones, and imagine the strong-backed ant, bearing the weight, carrying the light. -- ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=