Where Each Echo is a Borrowing
The sound of water
Of each shadow now fixed
By the space between these trees
Where each echo is a borrowing
Of whatever it is this evening now brings
Of transition which is solitude
Which is this darkness deferred by distraction
By the sun as it sinks towards absence
Towards this place where these two rivers meet
Catching the night in the light from the moon
As it emerges from cloud bringing rain
The sky torn eyes focused on the horizon
But the horizon broken
By this futile attempt at remembering
By this faltering acceptance of now
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