Monday, June 9, 2008



In light’s final hour
I went for a walk
In primeval forest today,
A stroll I had made many times
Watching for mythical wings

I saw phantom deer
Glance quick overhead
At shadowy forms they know
Ghostbirds in ebony train
Flying the gantlet of fate

For three seconds near dusk
In a glade found in time
I saw into the umbra
Where life breathes anew, and
Thought I saw Lincoln pass by.

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