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i. reflected light

On a two-lane, near the shoulder, bracing

itself against speed, a turtle’s green face that is my face.

At the heart of the desert, an oasis

amid fasting and prayer. Lean face that is my face,

though I hunger, I am singing these praises

that rise like incense. A serene face, that is my face.

Not to the swift goes the race; time flies—and erases,

says the moon, sweet face that is my face.

I am walking into the dark woods’ embrace

by a reflected light. Unseen face, that is my fate.

from PrecipitatesFind it in the library

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