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In this darkening, you watch the aura
of a northwest sky turn lavender blue.
Waverings of new leaves go quiet,
unused senses seem to be opening.

Nights of little sleep, now the morning of the switch
from daylight saving time. In the cold before dawn,
the road I follow bends where the river bends,
its curve of mist ghosting upward like a long exhale.

stout dowager to this tiny grove inside
her little cell
morning echoes

foretelling arrival of winter
the bird begins  to gather debris

He calls out to me in the darkness
He has learned to sleep on his own
But still finds himself restless and yearning
For my mother arms
And my mother warmth

light reaches beyond
its capabilities from behind
three sisters

Liquid Crystal Display of neon Jell-O molds
Rotating underlit, perpetual planetary oscillation,
Celestial diffraction through gelatin.

There in the city they know all about
laughing by diamond light,
living in palaces,
and delighting in feasts.
Those are things I will never know,
Nothing of precious stones,
Marble houses,
Or overflowing tables.

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