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| "Mountain River", oil, by Mark Webster |
One day he decided to praise things.
The first thing he praised
was the thought of praising things,
then the feeling of flowing
into morning on a river,
then the way thanks
into morning on a river,
then the way thanks
seemed to live throughout his body --
in his triumphant fingers
and in his feet
that will find themselves
standing on sacred ground
every second of this day
that somehow came dancing
up to his door.
