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Aug 2018
1.

The cold winter moon
spills its luminous
jewels of fire
past the edge
of the road.

The night wind shudders
at the sound.
I turn my head.

A woman’s lovely,
shadowed face
ignites the plains
in silence.

In the distance,
wings light upon branches.

Β 2.

The long sad bones
of my hands cut deep
into dark stones.

I walk alone, listening,
among white fields.

This time, I have left something behind me.

In the open grasses
I will dream of placid water.
Arlice W Davenport
Written by
Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)   
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       Sam Hammond and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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