Dying lightSage and bluegrass, you and me,pink phlox all washed in long yellow light.Behind us the line of night comes,our shadows stretch across the landscape,preposterous and alive. We wonderif we will fade at onceor lose our shadow bodies piece by piece.There is a soft urgency,we are talking about cancereven when we are not, we need to knowhow it happens.Squinting, you offer a third possibilityit looks like your shadow is spreading. I saymayb…
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