The light on the uplifted sandstone was the sun
Another day turned away from. A woman walked
A little dog wriggling with joy for the bouquet of the world.
Another woman vowed, over green goddess dressing,
She would go back and work on the dialogue
Between her orphaned character and the ghost
Who shared the road. A man in a cave accepted
That even if the light had grown poor, he had such
Luck to be perched at the mouth of a cliff’s perspective.
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