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At The Winter Solstice
Sleety grey sky cleans its mess –
sun emerges – strange light –
late December glare: brightness
as a species of deep night:
as if once more to make one
recollect the sun’s a star.
Everything is done
and nothing’s far..
 
 
 
          
      
 
  
 
 
 
  
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