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EvensongSeptember light is mulled wine. It is milkwood and honey.It drifts down, down, from ever so high, from ever so far, through the dream-pearled spaces. It is glass and mulberry, rose quartz and diamond, shadows of bees. Peach leaves, rust-gold with dying. And the late roses, berry-red, that redden the shade-gray walls of the garden. Beet leaf and squash vine. Sourwood and kale, gone-to-seed vines in the dirt patch. Lettuce stalks climbing along the chimneys. Night passing. Moon at the edge of full; Orion floating. Trees in a glass garden. Mandolin weather. |
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Issue #13, January, 2000 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.