6.26.10 – 13.26

doves seek shelter in the backs of caves
and linger for the mysteries that
only the Vesper
whispers into the midnight air

to be unveiled so simply
by a single hare traveling
by fog that blankets the undergrowth
like clothes at dusk

are songs that enchant like lead
links around iron hearts
and secrets that unravel themselves
like gauze over pine

.a.bowl.of.random.words.8.9.10

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