#2163 - the lit world

 

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the lit world

 

season begins

dusty

 

is it as we remember?

 

day like stone set so’s to sign

 

it comes from the east

nearly southernmost now

the bright

the penny blinding

torch line

 

all stretch towards

 

chill reminding us of others yet

 

the bucket, castle, conch of beach

 

there’s birthday bounce and Christmas whiff

 

the idea of go round again

that is the prize to collect

 

the bringing of the shade

and the taking of the dip

 

it’s in the great arc

twig to leaf

 

ant’s toil

and the spider’s traipse

 

in the tall waltz

through the blue

 

great sweep of wings

and a conversation

 

someone is singing all this