#1407 - a little village of the afternoon

 

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a little village of the afternoon

 

light left to soak

sundry forevers

 

a kind of incandescence

 

node of green to forest

how the creek comes down

by itself

just a few notes falling home

 

each by chance

 

one comes back as a stranger

having been to time

now

make do with

this glow

 

fresh bones and bent

 

new haunts and old

 

a steep climb

 

ripple of least wind

 

someone is sweeping

 

here’s a broad hat

 

sit, listen

 

this is the place that was before

 

that problem of where we are

is only if you’ll think it

it’s with us wherever we go

 

there isn’t a name to forget

soon we will sight a moon