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(another) flutter

(another) flutter

that day, flutter felt so delicate

and its shadow had almost as much presence

as wings

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This photograph was taken in June 2006 on a hike up to the Ink Pots near Johnston Canyon in Alberta. The poem was part of an accompanying text written in April 2007.

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