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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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