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excerpt from:

Your Garden

 

I believe I rolled over

In my sleep last night

And before I could hear your footsteps

Descend on a fresh dawn of this month

Of October, you had already

Sealed and locked

The door behind you

And joined

The procession of stars

That recedes into the ever growing

Brightness of the Western sky.

– Juan-Paolo Perre

photo credit: Toni Frissell, Woman Floating in the Water at Weeki Wachee Spring – Florida, 1947.

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