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in the blush
before twilight falls
on stars I know by name
tis there
a sigh unguarded
you remain

in light
before the sun arrives
to sit
atop my barn
in breezes come
a whisper
through the pines

tis there
amid the places –
I’ve decided
I can bear
souvenirs of all
I thought
to love

with breath
before dreams return
as shadows
shape the night –
as story
not yet told

you remain

. . .