 | | I turned to face the evening she was there her arms a circle cool November: mist the light, a fallen curtain and her hair a silken flicker turned to mask her face | | all given, all received in evening’s arms we fell, we turned the shawl November’s mist to circled warmth the lightest curtain furled | | til darkness fell on everything, and gave November back to us returned our names | | a circle cannot end November can |
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Rue - Mark Schultz
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