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were there more
than one season
a flood before draught
a whisper of knowing
lines never
crossed
in the telling
compelling me
backwards to place
recorded my will –
on wallpaper scrolls
history layered
by news of goodbye
to welcome
the best of me
home
delivered from rust
the remains of a sigh
a moment denied
the pulling apart –
is worn by my soul
into dust
as longing recalls me
– remember
these steps
in returning
of time to the shelf
as lies from the meaning
of all we had learned –
blessings
to follow us
back through the dark
candles warmed
as smoke rings to glass
the pull of the moon
looking in
were ever another
a reason to die –
seeds I was planting
somewhere
before spring
fashioning shadow
from passionate bud
beholding in me –
their purpose became –
blackberry
thistle
and where have you gone
crushed in the leaving
by sweet
muscadine –
awakened to fall
by a dream
. . .
https://tornadoday.wordpress.com/2012/09/24/4862/
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