I’ve been stumbling a lot recently;
though our late night walks,
well worth the pace,
mean more than any comment I make.
Autumn leaves in their rotting
browns and reds betray us. We
cannot compete with such litter
of the season: sweet desolation.
Even if one were so lost as the wind,
over this wide world, I know
you beneath the stars and how
I moved away: delighting in your company.
- excerpt from DARK EARTH, 142 pages, $15.99
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