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Scott Edward Anderson
Redshifting Everything, even size, is a human value... miniature is vast in its way.— Gaston Bachelard A crow makes its call from a distant tree, Say that surfacing on the wind is as an oak leaf The way the universe expands in space-time, A star in the night sky redshifting (did you see it?) An object radiates light, moving away from us, red heart pulsing, wavelength of lower frequency The crow flies overhead, cawing, its frequency, then lower, longer, as it passes, until distance Absence being a lower frequency than presence— as it reflects light, distance being lover to loved. Love is not a vacuum, the heart is as that red star in a field its destination—but if we think about that place, redshifting through the distance of space-time or
Shapeshifting When young Dawn with her rose-red fingers shone once more…— Homer Give the night back to the night, Give the earth, spinning in space,
Give the moon, no, keep the moon, Give the soil back to the isopod
Give the Dawn back her rose-red fingers, Give the bluejay back his morning,
Give back to the sunshine Give back to the night
Shape-shifting: bluejay into chickadee into—what?
Give back to the earth what is hers,
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