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Peace Is Also True
Glimpse of the silver harbor
through Douglas Firs
and an orchestra of bare leaves
along the only road.
Lip of morning light
far off above the Sound.
Stillness of the drowsing fish.
But there's a party going on
inside the Golden Rain tree,
frat house to the Anna hummingbirds, a bacchanal
within the emerald leaves as the birds down shots
from the blossoms' lemon-yellow goblets,
the Annas zip and twirl
while across the world chaos brews.
But this peace that surrounds me,
this is also true.