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for moments yet
becoming –
an early morning dew
as last year’s rain
before the crops came in
memories of something more
time and roads
retraveled
– the ways to you
remembered
by the wind
letting go
as I have known –
forsaken now to listen
bells are ringing somewhere –
I can hear
water falling –
lifetimes left
I promised once to find
– a place beyond the night
I hold you near
were it so
the past is not
with tales
of one more season –
years have passed
and still love wakes my bones
surrender claims
the deepest sleep
walls of purple paper –
one more sin
for living to atone
. . .
tornadoday 