twinklings to


fountains into streams

we shimmer 

then we die

though these be energies that linger:

my early autumn, your late spring 

our seasons out of synch, we could

if we were so inclined

nudge each a little, cheat 

ourselves into a 


of untold delights —

say we were otherwise 

compatible, we’d make

each other 


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