Evening Prayer

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Away,
fly and float in the drifts.

Go,
brandish the hilt and strike
against a cloudless sky.

Back
in the shadows, whisper.

Come
forward to hear better.

Leave
your shoes on; come
Alone -
is where yesterday hid
Today.



`

by Frederick Kesner

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