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When Storms are Gone
( for Scatt )
warm wish of evening,
i blow out this candle
and think of you.
where you are
evening is
a soft entering,
the infolded
warm wish of fire.
night birds flying,
winging above you,
avove you dreaming,
above you calling
softly to yourself,
whispering to the woods
calling gently
down the path
that you are home.
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