11/21/2006

Earth Shadow

Not even one
unlikely stream
of moving light
will pass over my eyes
unrecognized...

my knowing, my blessed
barely mornings
will not survive
or outlast me.

Through the night
I carry a handful
of stones; carefully
buried in shadow-

they bloom.

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