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Autumn, and Lady Day Singing "We May Never Meet Again"    
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Autumn, And Lady Day Singing
"We May Never Meet Again"

". . .the only thing that can save anyone-
intenseand perfect longing." -- Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Summer has gone, and spring's marimbas
(oh, grapedust blossoms under the moon!)

October now, and petals of cinnabar
on the trees

Cold shadows under the rose-canes;
midnights burnished in blue woad

On shelves in dark cellars,
peaches becalmed in their Mason jars,
grapes asleep in their sea of juice

At noon, honey-gold of the honey locust;
the past is gelled in a bell of light

Old music moves us
to grieve for the might-have-been;
each moment enormous, and all we have

But what awaits us?
Will we sing in the stars over Machu Picchu?
Will we become the guardian angels of antelope?

Pour lithium into molten glass

Nothing can save us but perfect longing