Once between then and forever the dogwood blossom passed out of knowledge like sea foam escorted by night currents and whether by deprivations or extravagances no one noticed but kept on in their ways in which the white petals poised unassuming on forested hillsides did not play part and no one no longer commended them with eyes and touch so they were left to guard within themselves their own quintessence yet one woman on the dark shore threw out fine-tuned nets for sea foam her house of driftwood refuged the forgotten things though she herself was such choosing long nights with the vanishing tides and wondering whether there were any words other than ones for farewell.
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1/5/2015 02:16:48 am
Thanks for your poem.
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