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Summer in Ontario

The moon is barely a sliver,

high and golden in a deep sky.

Lightning flashes, illuminating the clouds, sending

silhouettes off

in rapid succession.

I drive


on the highway and wish I could

catch them.

Wish I could drive

into the clouds and

under the rain and

between the flashes.

Wish I could fly

up to the moon

and sleep, cradled in its curve.


MLW said…
Your university account not being accessible might be because of server changes not because you have "lost" it according to my source :-)
Sarah said…
Why (and when) would you move to Africa?
Laura J said…
I know why you'd move to Africa!
Beth said…
mlw - thanks for the info. i'll ask your "source" more details...

laura - you think you know why...

sarah - because every time i hear about africa i get a little bit excited and there are so many things that i would love to experience there. like music. and a "simpler" life. and what God's church looks like there.

this time, it was because i saw this marimba youth league from soweto was amazing. they know 500 songs, and only ONE of the 24 can read sheet music. they heard "you raise me up" by josh groban and within an hour had arranged it for their own instruments...
Laura J said…
you know that I know why. Come on now!

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