A wisdom to embrace, a courage not to forsake:
grace is what we don't deserve. Vows are not vows until they're spoken; even the
music was from Austin. Through
the narrow valley we saw a single white windmill turning. The bank of
lipstick ginger in an orange light is best recalled;
a
photograph betrays its light as lack,
not
the
slowly closing lens of
sunset. The
tender ecology of love has drawn us together, tests
us with its empty geometries.
Put down your pencil: this
test is done.
We have so short a time, the president says,
“we just try to get our paragraph right.”
--27
June 2015
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