all afternoon
I’ve been touched by light
the fabric of the clouds
on the leading edge of a storm
the afternoon sun
on the red-gold veins
in the stone floor, touched
as if there was someone there
just beyond my sight
someone saying here, now, look
you have far less time
than you’ve ever imagined
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