Evening

by Colin Oliver


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Stopped on the path to listen
to a warbler in the reeds,
between myself and these
reeds, stones, dry cracks in the earth,
there is no distance:
I have become seeing.
Overhead a plane circles,
lights winking, and goes.

-- from Stepping Into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliver

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Evening