Tuesday Poem

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Horizon
Billy Collins

You can use the brush of a Japanese monk
or a pencil stub from a race track.

As long as you draw the line a third
the way up from the bottom of the page,

the effect is the same; the world suddenly
divided into its elemental realms.

A moment ago there was only a piece of paper.
Now there is earth and sky, and sky and sea.

You were sitting alone in a small room.
Now your are walking into the heart of a vast desert

or standing on the ledge of a winter beach
watching the light on the water, light in the air.

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