The elegy of this gifted object bathe in gray dusk dirge and discontinued duration. This is not sad.
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To see
Do you recognize the quality in everything?
To stain
Do you leave traces of it along the way?
To leave
Come follow me
I've known you since eight
We met standing there, alone
Swallowed up by the sun-warm rain
Tapping your shoulders, heavy
And you wondered if she told you the truth,
If birds do marry.
Knowing what we have left
behind
Afraid we will forget
--then forgetting
Soon
Then again
And one day reminded
Dearest,
Listen for the wind through the evergreen leaves
for the sound made by distance
between us
Could I become
The one who left
Once again
The one who waits
Here, once again
Simply laid-out on its path
Toothed surface of paper
And the duration
Of this blooded pen