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October morning, suddenly surprised by the clouds I make,
Wondering at my breath like a shivering boy,
Off a train from the Punjab.
The eastern sky hosts an accidental contrail
Back-lit, pink, pointing through the moon to Venus
In the shadowed west, windmills wait, dream catchers.
Between east and west
Night and day
Sleeping and waking
Being, not being.
That’s enough.
Wondering at my breath like a shivering boy,
Off a train from the Punjab.
The eastern sky hosts an accidental contrail
Back-lit, pink, pointing through the moon to Venus
In the shadowed west, windmills wait, dream catchers.
Between east and west
Night and day
Sleeping and waking
Being, not being.
That’s enough.
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