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Silence

earth turns

 

winds rake

emptiness

 

of mind.

 

Silence

leaf falls

 

like tears:

 

rook calls

magpie tears

 

flesh from bone.

 

Leaves fall

like years

 

too many to

count

 

gold, copper

tears

 

lost now.

 

I’m turned

to stone.

 

Silence;

red berry

 

decorates

sleeping pond

 

November grinds

in desultory sleep

 

slipstream,

yesterday

 

today

 

impossible to

grasp

 

emptiness

of mind.

 

Silence.