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  • The night air is fresh
    and as deep as an organ's breath
    I walk it empty,
    I walk it as
    no one.

    Those two gadabout sisters,
    Gratitude and Grief,
    their arms interlocked with mine,
    are walking me home

    And such fine company are they!
    We lean our heads into each other
    We brush each others cheek
    Strings played across the hollow

    And tree shadows moth the path we take
    And soft quiet things nest along its side
    Watchful, they are the night's crystal purr and whisper,
    Forgiving, they let us pass.

    And home, at least tonight,
    is a lovely word -
    Still, becalmed, pacific
    Like sleep
    Like a single yellow light
    Like a little white pill
    Like ever-falling night
    Like 4 a.m.

    Like nothing.

    Sister of the North,
    Sister of the Warm Chord,
    It is Spring!
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