If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




SC




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Thursday, July 8, 2010

The Seventh Pane of Nine

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Through the seventh pane of nine
        
    She is flame and ivory willow,
                 
        Among the shortened days

           Of smaller friends,

               Crowned now, in Timothy.

She divines,

       With rods of lavender,

             It seems,

                A waltz,

                    Beneath thirty and three hundred chestnut rings.

Bare steps

     Over urchin husks,

            Needling,

                 Witching the swell,

                        That pearls

                             Between knuckles and knees.

    

SC July ‘09
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  1. EmmyJuly 9, 2010 at 7:59 AM

    You truly are a poet, Steven! Keep it up :)

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  2. OldfoolJuly 9, 2010 at 8:32 PM

    uh, huh? I can't connect it to anything I know.

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  3. Ed RJuly 10, 2010 at 12:42 AM

    Think 7 of 9 from Star Trek Voyager. ;)

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