Distance
The light pulling away from trees,
the trees speaking in shadows
to whatever listens...
Something as common as water
turns away from our faces
and leaves.
The stars rise out of the hills
-- old kings and animals.
marching in their thin tunnels of light.
Once more l find myself
standing on a dark pier, holding
an enormous rope of silence.
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