I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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21 April 2008


Small and high and white,
the moon tonight
is full and very bright.

I stand outside in my garden
late and alone,
drawing Her down.

Where my frangipanni blooms,
reality melts. It seems
there is desert; a cave forms.

Shadows in the far corner
take shape, grow darker.
A wolf's nose. A man's tall figure.

Across the world
between the worlds
our gazes meet and hold.


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