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Saturday, July 28, 2018

Awakening from the dream of war


Awakening from the dream of war
in a moonlit field in a northern state,
flood of blue now overflowing.

The silver resolves from the shimmer
of a pale child hugging the blur of a goat
in the sweeping curve of the moon.

Her ocean hair falls across my face
leaves my mouth full of bone and ash,
a thin smile spreading into a wound.

Standing in the clearing still,
stumps remarking the hourly ring,
the gnomon impatient at the leash.


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