Tomorrow has
been cancelled
a swoop of cowbirds
jabbers in the pine tops
above my little red cabin
as the bath fills with hot water –
silvery woods at dusk
were all things meld
into an indistinct soft repose,
including me.
For an hour that has no measure
no Maxwell’s Silver Hammer
poised above my head,
all sins forgiven
all fears forgotten.
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