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when all I have
is thunder
from another day
not far –
lightening ripped
the curtains from my room
a moment come –
reminding me
of silver ladle skies
a bit of you
tho more – I loved
the moon

of jezebel
and jasmine –
something left me blind
before we spoke
the plan was writ to be
as light
into my windows
burdens robbed of spring
winter slept
in sheets of mystery

chapter –
weavers climb and wait
a paradise
where all we know remains
tied up now in story
suns have washed away –
is gone
but for your name

worry not
the taking
leave of all we shared
the world is wild
with secrets
endless as the meadow
became of jupiter
returning me
– a sparrow
to your nest

. . .