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Nov 2013
The first hint of power
whispered through the twilight
riding the cool evening breeze.  
Lighting here
and there,
touching, tasting, searching.  

looking for a place
to call home.

The pink serpentine mist
with blue and lavender sparks
as it made its way
through the ancient grove
of Aspen trees
meandering toward the creek
always attracts life
and life generates power.
Power yawns
stretching its long limber tentacles
deep into the early morning light
The crackle of excitement
as power slides...
toward its destiny.
Suzanne Penn
Written by
Suzanne Penn  Portland, Oregon
(Portland, Oregon)   
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