Beverly.
Evensong favors horizon,
as if memory perspired
a shadow of itself
as object.
Voice holds still
on tone melodic
as a sine wave,
accurate the way
Beauty is true to form
all-inclusiveness
that feels right
all the way to the left margin.
Just past summer
is the path to clarity,
when friends begin
to learn perspective
A modicum of light attracts
companion darkness,
until the blend emits
a clear delineation.
Smoke across the grass,
the act of walking through
the woods along the gray
blacktop seeing where people live.
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