distant voices . . .
the apparition of night
behind the door
May 2013
morning mass —
dewfall stirs through
the wine
twilight bird!
through the bush a wind
shaping sound
morepork!
across the night
we are one
a mute child
finds it for me—
the way back
a cool night —
my daughter's moon flutters
on the fridge
after dusk
purple light rises
from the stream
cloud-robed moon . . .
it stalks me along
this path
autumn rain —
as the chatter ceases,
only her breath
gone!
love-lies-bleeding
in the mist
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