Let
us lay under Yeat’s embroidered cloths,
watch
stars knit themselves
into
garments of light.
Wear
their glow like truth
sworn
under the oath of the first hard fall
into
love’s sweet drowning.
Rest
in the swell of stronger tides
riding
eddies to their wave’s end
into
safer shores. Heart beats recede
from
hurricane to storm force to light air.
In
the frosted kiss of morning, we
welcome
the sun, like a life reborn.
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