I stand in mid-yard under a clear night sky
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Someone is playing violin; someone with skill
Why is it that Aaron Copland's Appalachian Spring can leave me sitting, weeping on my kitchen floor?
I seem to find, though wonders great, I cannot solve, fall short my thoughts, I missed my chance. The ship has left. The horse is gone. The horse is gone.
Then you'll find your place - as you move with grace, Taking comfort in - that skin.
Breathed it in while it wrapped around me;
In the silence tucked between winter gusts...