Before the Dark
Scintillae, fragrance, wordings
between the shadow of that cedar forest
before my darks recovered at the long day's
ending into a silence
of blackberries in the sun;
and the wind again gathers
between each image on the pale lake,
before the night ends, the last uncertainty,
in a memory of rain
(clouds across the shifty moon)
whose voicings continue till
we are recovered like blackberries at yes
the edge of this trail between the shadow and
how the shadow glittering
(sunlight rainfall darkness dawn).
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Published in Before the Dark (Leaf Press, 2014)
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