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A long whistle echoes
change in the air,
argues nearness
from the valley's far side,
an oncoming
making adjustments
to find you

the already, the moment's
burst, car after car
counting spaces,
rushing them away
as though the world
has got to be emptied
like evening,
the absence naked
as the mountains

and the V-shape lifting
from out the dead tree,
its glide alone
into the dark

and you almost ready
for the suddenness,
for the beauty of desolation,
the day's end
exactly this

© Leonard Neufeldt.   Leaping Clear, No. 6 (Winter 2018).




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