Into the Afternoon
We will go now into the afternoon
Under the lime trees and palm fronds
Out into the dapple wandering
Will will go now gathering beams
Into our hands come the sunwash
Touch of star gleams our fingers
To stroke, to twirl our senses
In the molts, we will go
Listening for the bells of dusk
To call us home
Thanksgiving Day, 1995
(desmond)
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