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Attuned
Sheryl Slocum
A tuned thought
tightened to a single pitch
sounds through entire Earth.
We know it when it vibrates sympathetically
or when wrong jangles against it.
Such clear and perfect tones are sent
by pilgrims wizened on mountain tops,
cooks bent over generous stews,
children inspired by play,
or on the wings of chance remarks.
Constellations hear the harmony
of those fierce and gentle thoughts
while in the distant hills a shadow-black dog
gathers all their music in his throat,
bays stars and babies to their birth.
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