as apples in may
soil and matter
a universe unpicked
as apples in may
flowers in my hair
and still your hand in mine
clocks counting time
a mine - silver or gold
we search in faith
as vesper takes us in
shadows wakening
long and standing
so we pick our place
watching our words
reaching for the place unseen
and the train departs
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2009-01-26 at 17:00
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