Autumn Light, Surprise

So, evening fell on

you, didn’t it? And

you did not know


what day. Did not

know what had

broken. You had


not expected it to

have gone so far,

the year. Did not


expect to have

rounded again from

light to dark on


this day. And it’s

surely some saint’s

day or other. Some


thing recurrent to

mark life’s measured

beat. To mark how


life, in some long

and startling

pattern, goes on.



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