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twilight
two lights
not half light
but double light
a holding together, a junction of radiance and absence of sun
the length of a memorable hug at 40 degrees North
when we two are together
and there are no shadows
a promise of becoming vine and tree
of give and take
becoming tree and vine
kissing in peace and unafraid
twilight, two lights
the length of a Christmas gift
as night falls, as day comes
hearts beat like soft drums.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
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ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful, Susan, the two lights, the promise of becoming tree and vine. The hearts beating like soft drums. Wow.
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