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dust clouds travel paths out in highway universe
clumping into galaxies, baby stars turning
a trillion billion miracles in waiting
a billion trillion miles away from
under the roots of trees
where such scenes are mirrored also
here the moon can not touch lightly
fungi a synapse in such a mind connected
across continents, under oceans, beneath desert sands
bacteria, enzymes minerals and nature always working
when every grain of dust must help make mountains
how every lightning bolt looks for something to enlighten.
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MARY CALVO 