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POEMS
IF DUSK HAD WINGS
Dusk, tonight I will go with you.
Your mystery is a thief. I won’t need shoes.
I will leave my jewelry to the children of the blue table.
I will leave my papers to the wind.
As for music, there is no end to the impossible.
I will find you in a lullaby, sung by a mother whose
husband is off to war.
I will find you where no one else could find you.
First, you must take me up to your room.
We will catch the last light on our wings,
Before taking off our clothes,
Before eternity becomes a fire
Of dragonflies.







