Sequences
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
silent bird,
shadows of your voice
stir the void
valley mist—
all the shapes words make
of light
empty now
the presence that once was
nothing but you
twilight sky—
the withdrawal
of your veil
light-smeared
and still waning
crescent moon
afterglow
wisp by wick
a candle
nameless moon—
spring light flitters
the shadows
after life
slow deep September
breaks the soil