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Oct 2010
She came as does morning
radiant and becoming in introduction
illuminating
flaws, goals, underlying structure
By high noon there was clarity
visions possible only at deep night
stirred into being by her apex.
Dusk, though long of shadow,
held comfort of embrace
of held hands
solidarity of mutual purpose
red-ringed
by veiled anger.

As the night came
she was gone.
Written by
Daniel A Russ
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