by Tom Montag
Wind-beaten light
in clotted sky.
Some days you turn
back and behind you
find nothing. Some days
you do not turn.
A rare treasure, then,
loveliness lifted,
spun, made something of.
You do not choose
which you get. You must
take them one by one.
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Saturday, June 27, 2015
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