Poetry by David Filer

Dedicated to The Imani Project

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Feel the water on your skin.


It is the blue sky of May,

It is the warm summer breeze.


The ants lined up to their work,

The bald eagle’s piercing cry,


The frogs’ rising evensong.


The copper sunset westward,

The moon just becoming full.


The light rail’s stumbling rhythm,

The early morning’s silence.


The dog’s bark and the cat’s purr.


Even Winter’s heavy clouds,

The snow’s forgetful message.


The days’ slow passing at first,

Later gone without a trace.


Feel the water on your skin:


The gift of all who love you,

To immerse you in this life.


To Hahna Isabella, May 30, 2010

—David Filer