Poem 12: October 4

show me the fold

and I will pull aside

this curtain of rain.

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October days

falling

turning

over

and over

forever

and ever

and ever.

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I burnt a candle

that called down

the night

and prayed

for the silence

to stop

using your name.

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silently watching

the shore line

knows

that the sea

will return.