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Poets Corner

Jerry Bolick

After the third day,
the winds subside,
in the early evening just before sun down
when the light is still clean,
and it's suddenly quiet,
like returning
to the closed comfort of home,
where rest flows in
at the mere opening of the door,
reaching the very bones of being,
the place where weariness happens
unabated, surrender sweetens
into the joyful ache of yes
and all, of its own, is still.

( Copyright © Jerry Bolick, 28 January 2003 )

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