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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Ray Cicetti


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In a Dream

I watched a red-tailed hawk rise
then disappear through copper-colored clouds,

and something opened,
beyond time, beyond language—

beyond the one and two of it. And I stood in possibility—
somehow freed of my life's familiar rooms.

The clock ticked on the wall—cars moved on
the street below. A dark sky wavering into blue.

I was emptied out of the world I knew,
replaced for one moment by a bit of wisdom found.