Or maybe to region here could be

reclamation, some key to all that
clutters, some clearing off of,

an expanse that means room
enough, says any kind of slow is—,

where we wait & keep waiting, & isn’t
that most of our days? Always those

hours & what might & might still,
where we can cross a bridge to

stand above that train hauling &
hear a rush of water that isn’t

or sit awhile on the night porch
not talking or come to hear all that

quiet as someday maybe here,
just another synonym for—.

 

 

 

 

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