sand-dollar high this mid-summer sky
lower quarter fading upon her steady tumble
north she carries with her an urgent wonder and moves even now
across the glass announcing I am going now and now and yes she is nearly vanished
there behind the newly thrown curtain and even as my dream
lingers in blueness I see that her departure is completely of my own
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