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bend these tired graces
to the measure
of your hand
the lengths to go –
miles before your dream
stay
where holy keeps you
wrapped in paper clouds
sealed within the words
I love you said
into the shifting silence
as chill
beneath the pines
light beyond the crest
where woods erase
the present
from the always –
the almost from the dead
I lay my head
and listen you
again
. . .
tornadoday 