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In the Shadow's Light is where I Reside


The great steel knell of the building always being built

& the smooth expanse of silk that opens up between the river’s currents

& the white nicks of gulls clipping the spots where new leaves spring &

the trains clicking in their rails while a few people stray down

from the corner church, light skimming their clothes and the sky beyond

slips & slips past them.

All this is being alive in the world.

I cannot tell you how hard it is some days.

And now, to the furthest pylon I can see, a red barge is being tethered

with a long, damp coil of rope.