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| Presence in shadow and mist |
The wind in the giants seemed a welcome,
the great leafy boughs waving me slowly
into their cool shaded haven
where I felt you close again, and heard your voice,
and became still in the darkening dusk,
listening to crickets in the tall grasses,
fireflies rising toward the stars that hung in the trees.
I tried to get it down in your presence,
the facts of evening falling onto the page like seeds,
the heavens and earth and memory one flower.
