the ecstatic life

a day shimmers
            like the hum of cicadas
                        and frogs through the night:
one moment
            at a stoplight
                        about to change;
one conversation,
            of a sort,
                        with the local grocer;
one book you read
             years ago rising
                        past memory into now;
a patterned resonance,
            which shifts
                        as I walk down this street.
(June 16, 2013)

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