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I shot two
   arrows
into the air --
whither goeth?
One pierced the
   azure sky --
billowy clouds
floating by.
Daisies danced
upon the hill --
swallows dipped
   and spun.
The other pierced
the blood-red rose,
the wound dripped
upon your hand.
Your crimson lips
kissed the wound.
In that moment
tears became real
   as day --
you wept without
   a sound,
you wept for the
blood-red rose.
Christina plays
the glass-bead
   game,
while sitting
in her room.
I love Christina
with her golden
   hair
and Florentine
   balloon.
We are the cities,
old and new alike.
We are the buildings:
skyscraper or condemned.
We are the windows,
glinting in the sun --
broken and *****.
We are the streets,
   intersecting,
some winding down
to the water's edge.

We are the civilizations
ancient or teeming --
shining on golden plains,
or laying in decay.
Edifices rising
and temples fallen.
We are the gods of the mighty
and the lowly.
We are the triumphs,
we are the tragedies.

We are the cities...
From the first breath
the scent of the woods
enveloped me --
the musky air filled me,
reminding me of days
   now passed.
Was that your face I saw
half-hidden in the silent
shadows of the trees?
No, I walked alone
beneath the fragrant canopy
of hemlock, fir...
   and of pine.
There was the sweet scent
of wild things:
untended flowers, downy moss,
and all around me
every bough,  every branch
reached out...entwining
in Nature's safe embrace.
Fallen leaves
victims beneath my feet --
stirring up that heady odor
born of our season's decay.
The past, like sunlight,
filtered through the trees;
memories (like love)
surrounded me --
   arousing me.
I slowly closed my eyes
   (breathing deep),
and I remembered
the smell of your skin.
Deer are walking
among the trees.
Hoof prints in the
   snow
tell of a restless
   night.
The god of the unseen,
   the unheard,
passed by here
in the night...
Startled, the deer
felt his presence
in the dark --
in the silence,
in the snow.
Time hangs
heavy
in the garden
of the exiles.

Silence...
I don't know if it
was a hallucination...
you were here
in this room,
your hand caressing
   my face...
then your hand opening
  the door
and you leaving.

I still don't know...
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