A Pensive Digression



She walks through whispered sunlight

Projected against the night.

Flickering sighs of fear and joy

To confound a seer’s toy.


She howls in hope unbending

Rousing the cruel to sing.

Resolute before the rising fall

Her calm a shrieking call.


She stands in tides receding

Though all eyes look away.

Lost in summer’s reading

My shadow of a coming day.


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