Afternoon’s lateness brought about sun’s fair leaning
As insubordinate beams of light in trailing
Interrupted frequent and nontransferable
Mystified as though in my thoughts undermining
And there partial darkness of wood, grassland’s gloaming
Would obscure with each footstep on copper grass soil
Absorbing my footholds as sponge would to waters
Craggy tree limbs truncating the passage of time
In a fanciful linger as arm’s outreaching
Contrivance as mystical dreams of my wandering
© Don MacIver 2013; All Rights Reserved
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