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Assent  25

the trees’ secret message  indecipherable winds   cannot legally be claimed  I’m not sure I know   why perfected stars shine you can’t alter what I am  you have forged the name    of the judge of letters  your telescope showing sleepy half moons   glistening off wavelets  in the lagoon’s cooling breeze overstated news making me miss  the cove of hope   the dainty litigation    that breaks rude pots lit palely by a well-trained chorale  high in the rib-cage of Creation   the mythic Seven Sisters  try to find a way back     from lyric fees the lights of Tirzah on the symphonic shore the blinking lights of radio towers  will not leave anyone out   will not let injustice sneak by why are you elsewhere in being here  can you say what you think happened   will we meet again  unprodded in asking directly   to accommodate for the first time  through the diaphanous filter   our briny principles work is to not be swayed  by frogs croaking in weeds   celebrating dead branches of the fire  morning the color of apprehension   when forbearance is revealed    shivering in the cold I want to be like a shelter  in the valley where I grew up I want to be as famous   as its unspoiled beauty you are at home amidst my searching  you are an outcast in your own land you have connected the plenitude of dots  unwitting accomplice to rest laughing tall grasses quilted  with meteors of agreement   serenaded in imaginary outposts  by fruitful divergence I begin to think of you  in the way you asked   anger isn’t lasting  our being side by side   can’t hide the thistle’s symmetry  close has become far away   and far away close  joining in the somnolent current   the belittled universe  going in opposite but   identical directions