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27 Oct 2008

Vespers (78)

allow fallow to melt
into the gestured breeze

till whereabouts amid
even the weeds the latch

the silver the inflection

tender how the breeze
sifted through screen

comes spoken as if rain
had rinsed the daylight

wash this first neglect
of conscious thought

by same release of thought
until time joins space
as it is felt

transformed into
a purposed meaning

light as feathers bled
upon the cloth and skin

just rest upon the quiet
autumn colors of the drying leaves

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