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Late Summer's First Day


The sun has burnt through.
That which resembled a mask
was just itself:
There is nothing
between the light and its source.
The fields gather dust
instead of rising.
The woods stand cold and hard.
The houses have come out
for the last time.
Their expressions are unequivocal
and inexplicable as Tarot cards.
For a moment you see the future
as clearly
as if it lay before you.


Henrik Nordbrandt

Epoch

Volume 62, Number 3


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