the days echoing
enfolded quietly
lighted in
children’s weather
gone by where
a terminal brilliance
is a missed eclipse
of forecasts
unapocalypic.
no test of faith
as a sign that all
seen in flight
is forgotten
by the water
and shadow even
time swept back in a hollow
don’t open the scribbles of doom
for self- cursed minds.
Who thought
that lilac would
dance out quite that way
so unpredicatable
so there would be
that suspension of
clearness that is
caught only once in
this windstream
unvanquished.
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