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     Bells in the courtyard trace 
      the breeze that wanders wistfully 
      among the restless trees. 
      Now open, open 
      to the sunlight's shifting 
      gaze, and hold 

      till stillness comes, 
      a blessed, golden phrase. 
 
 

(C) Copyright 1999
ALYS
All Rights Reserved

Alice Thorpe 29 March, 1999

Blake's Law

COLUMBINE TRYPTICH
Ode
Queen of the May
Lullaby for the Dead
Communion
Dishonesty
Eye
The Fiddle

POEMS FOR FORT WORTH
Fort's Worth
For Cassandra
Soughing Song: Fort Worth

Futility
The Gate
Harvest
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Punjab 60
Song
Stones
Ulster
Wanted: two in one

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