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Winter’s End

Joseph Murphy

In that spring’s first true gleam,
Lightening creased the walls
And thunder gathered the rarest of fragrances
Into its mouth.

The water from my tipped bowl
Spilled down a mountain the height of a weed; the breeze
Read aloud evening’s first page.

It was then that rain rose from the soil
And a star descended
Through the roots of these words.

The evening became brighter, quieter:
No minute hand’s clatter broke through;
No wheel skidded past.

Time became nothing more or less than time.

I cast my lines ashore: sang as prow and sail burned,
Knowing my wounds would heal.

Thoughts that had been tightly woven spun loose.

That evening’s warmth lingered on my bare shoulders;
The scent of damp loam sweetened the air.

In that enormous space,
Our past seemed no more than a whisper
Sensed at the edge of sleep.

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