The noise of time
A windfall of the bright sun
A coincidence of a last wave
Hunting for the moon’s glow during long summer days
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The space between collected leaves
Mark tales of light unwritten in notebooks
Maps that chronicle forgotten roads
Thaw quiet lessons of the history of things not carried
As the bells next door chime in different colors
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The sea of possibilities beyond sympathy’s fields
Singing carols of runaway canyons alternate between after and before
Rivers frame scarlet pearls from apparitions of winds spoken in French
Tread lightly among vanishing sycamores groves, I go
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