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the mystery something calls us out of our houses toward a place of deeper shadows, through undulating moonlit fields, past vulture roost in eucalyptus, where roots reach in wet black soil and this night again we stand by the creek that ran through childhood where darkness is still alive, where the waters of fear and love snake trembling through the streambed night, where bare limbs are antler dancers and the stars look back with bright buck-eyes, something rustles the underbrush, a wind pushes back branches– while more silently than owl wings the dew stores up its blessings Kirk Lumpkin
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 04:11:31 +0000

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