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Harmony
Seán Tate
Harmony, intermingled with melody, falls lightly from the heavens
to coat the parched earth.
Rough flakes made smooth by a rich flowing sequence.
And the rhythm; listen as the rhythm courses down through
cracks to slumbering seeds.
Listen to that steady beat: tap, tap, tap.
Seeds aroused from peaceful repose, strumming and humming to their own
wild chorus; a deep dissonance.
Compacted soil parts in compressed rattles, giving room for the building
crescendo.
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