vespertine

In the long coral light
By the stiff stubble field
December is picking
Out the blocks and spires
Of coventry
Fragmentary pink upon
the violet horizon.
My shadow striding out
Silent serene
My chosen companion
For hard days
Composed of absence
Crowned with scarlet hips
And caned with thorn rods
A cage for wings and
The last leaves of regret
We will walk until
The last towers tip loses
its pure
phosphorescent bloom.
There.
Enough now.
Come let’s go
Wandering vespertine
We will go together.

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