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silverpoint

the laburnums are draped in golden chains,
yesterday’s ash washes away with the rain.
spring lies beneath you now.
and the night is silverpoint, and starlight.
and the roses in the garden, are constellated, bone-white,
as your skin turns to mother-of-pearl and pale flower
and your eyes, sparkling-dark, are drinking the hour.

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