Sunday, October 16, 2011

On The Edge

The slow hint of the new dawn competes with the setting harvest moon
fog light softens the edge of earth and sky--
I walk the middle place, not in either place,
only my steady breath a blessing
between the layers, between the night and the new day
the enigma
vaguely familiar.

--Neal Lemery 10/16/11

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