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Leslie Philibert
Poems
Oct 2015
Door
When the night
rubs out the horizon
and all this black
has more the quality of shade
and all the copsed trees
cluster round sleeping fields
and buried life waits and looks,
a door in a heap of lived-in-stones opens
neon turns the cowshed
into some kind of church.
This is the drained time,
the false dawn
that makes the morning man start.
Written by
Leslie Philibert
63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)
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