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from the November 2005 issue

that dark cold blue

Winter day, under a short tree
The quick hurried steps
That dark cold blue light

Drawn out by a fleeting glimpse
The light entered me
Stayed and lived in me

There are certain lights, so short
One can see them only sometimes
Crouching low, tilting the head up

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