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May 2020
Because stones do not pray, even in their centuries’ quiet,
Because the vines are long, only for the sake of length,
Not like the drab Orpheus-song that always up-ruins.
Because vestal Autumn is a bride of noon-time rain,
A faithful stream with her white mist of suffibulum,
Beside the path whose footprints are half-notes from the grave.
Suffibulum is the white veil of the vestal ******.
Chris Saitta
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Chris Saitta  51/M/Virginia
         Julie Smith, Zeyu M, Fawn, shamamama, Maria Mitea and 18 others
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