Let me be the subtlety,
The unthought intuition
Slowly atrophied
Behind it all
That no one knows to credit
For an effigy today.

Let me be the image
Drawn by calming tides
On sand to grasp
A final flame
Before the west
Avails itself
Of all the hours spent in passing,
A hint of dying auburn
In her eye to take the hope
And make a sunset for tomorrow
From a grain of dust
I’d wipe away.

Let it be a morning,
Every morning in the graceful
Death of evenings vested gold.

And is it lovely
That I watched tomorrow
Leaving you before me,
And today I want to be
A whisper of your name?

#Seward #AK

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