window of light
whether you close justly
or not
you are the way out of just-me
and the way in
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my verandah shelves light
my trees hive light
what can I say?
me too, me too
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Company at Cleeve Hill
the hills our elders
green green
trees worlds of life our eldest friends
thronging the fields hefters of sky
green
and the Rising Sun
its lit windows
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waiting with garlands
at this or that ageless rock
this or that holy site
this or that shrine –
but unadorned
she comes to my disordered room
to my shadowed room
to my silence
shining
abundant
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