Friday, July 31, 2015
The View Comments
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This is the place. The chairs are white. The table shines.
The person sitting there stares at the waxen glow.
The wind moves the air around, repeatedly,
As if to clear a space. ‘A space for me,' he thinks.
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7/18/2025 5:59:54 AM # 1.0.0
Slowly the sky becomes darker, The wind relents, the view sublimes. The violet sweep of it Seems, in this effortless nightfall, more than a reason For being there, for seeing it, a great poem from Mark Strand. tony