What Evenings Hold

To never come close again:
could your heart even bear it?
Don't ask. Don't answer. 

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Do only what's needed.
Plant, gather, be patient with
your daily suffering. 

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An owl's voice comes clear
in the newly quiet evenings.
Now there's time for talk.

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O my beloveds.
Four clouds, coming to rest on
the sill at eye-level.

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