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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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