That Morning Years Ago

the chickens just jumped
from the branches
where at night they are
birds

the white magnolia just
bloomed
such a nice scent spread
in the air

the bamboo leaves start
to dance with the
wind from the hills

the sun is about to shine
we are two bodies
making the river sing
on the crystal waters.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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