the still life draws you out i see

steps echoing in sand, no less

we share the horizon when the sun sets

and paint in charcoal, watery shadows

ever-night dawns its light there, together

in the eaves of peace; we gather our

dreams and leave no trace of them

except where seamlessly we kneel

to serve ourselves in the dusky light

of remembrances, squared, plucked raw

still life becomes you

it never becomes me

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