Invocation

He is gazing from the window
A colour behind the curtain

You wait at the garden gate

He is standing in the doorway
A form against the light

You wait at the garden gate

He is walking in the gutter
A reed upon the wind

You wait at the garden gate

He is fading on the horizon
A nucleus inside a nebula

You wait at the garden gate

But

In the passage was
Transfiguration.

by Lee Ann Schaffer

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