To arrive at a place

I have known before


down the road

I did not take;


August turns to

autumn chill


combine harvests

golden grain


& the glow of

eclipsed moon


crosses the ancient



To know so much

I did not know


& yet little changes.


The shadow of a smile

in another’s eye


a small child’s footsteps.


To arrive at this place

& know it for


the first time.


The beloved offers

a single rose:


white like naked page,

yellowed now


with time & age;

a mystery still glimpsed


the stage empty.

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