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closerme

split the light
to shadows
chance of
willing tears
to wash the lawn
and there
granddaddy
gleans

pressed against the shutters
almost made it in
before the night
made claim
to different dreams

scattered round
were wishes
some fallen
eager stars –
and wings remembered
way too close
the flame

embers
turned to ashes
someone grieves
their leaving home
I shall pray
for one more morning

stay

with want
for ever after –
a paradise
made here
quiet
as the morning
climbs the trees

. . .