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Friday, February 7, 2014

Out of danger's way

silent as the moon 
above the bare trees.
I waited...

approaching daybreak,
the waning moon
is still
persistent

A baby cried
immolated in dream,
I woke up
free from danger

who maneuvered?
I am not sure exactly
when it began

my hope for us
in the end turns
around with the wind

a lamp flickering
from afar
is uncertain

this hesitation-
my heart
may not need
you again.

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