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Today the larks stretch legs near forests plump;
a butterfly's new wings punch through caccoon.
Today a cyclist over mountain gravel zooms;
a hundred specks across a river jump.
Here, tucked into a cozy living stall,
today's a word just etched on porcelain rim.
The air within these walls profess trained tunes;
a beauty remembered cuts through its frail ice.
"How is today," he asks; what conquests have
I claimed? Well, far from nature's poems,
How can I see today in all its glory?
A moment more to conjure her I need.
Today a miracle strikes the fog-hid isle;
"How is today?" Well, listen for a while.
Today speaks for herself and rests her
laurels on her ever-crescent song --
awaiting our cadenza.
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