Friday, August 07, 2020

THE LONG SUN AT EVENING 


The long sun at evening.
Wind in the hairs of your arms.

What descends in the coolness
is the darkness of knowing.

From here to the horizon
anything you touch will

change who you become.
Listen, the wind says. Listen:

you can go, you can't go back.
This is where you came from.



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