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Half-Life


                    (a blind gloss of Friedrich Holderlin's
                     "Hälfte des Lebens")

Hanging the land and sea
with wild roses, golden
birds become swans,
dipping their throats
into the night-greeting water.

The same pool where I name, in winter,
flowers, and assign the sunshine
and shadows of the earth?  The owls
remain speechless and cold, in wind
that clears the distance.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.