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Watch the death of summer-
Lie still as light
'neath a smooth, rose sky
and watch as day
acquiesces to night.

The moon's a stone-
hard as winter and
distant as dreams.
Like a cold and flooding stream-
she will rise.

Faceted, shadowed
polished and swept clean
in her garden of wind and sky
she waits alone

for what is true -
love, sea, forest
lying silvered and liquid
beneath her.