I was tired and you
were tired and wind
blew blessings we could not
yet read I read myself
to sleep in the dim
hours beyond sunset
in which coastal meant time
to coast near frost to breathe
the slimmer feeling once
reeling from shoulder-
length amendments to
detachment remanded to
weather whether or not
gilded to fictitious summer
Sheila E. Murphy
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