by Colin Oliver

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No shelter for my windswept face.
The shaking seeds
of the lime are wrapped in leaves.
The streetlight is ringed with filigree.
But I am lost, like the hill
darkened to sky,
irresistibly oned with night.

-- from Stepping Into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliver

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The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology) Stepping Into Brilliant Air Nothing But This Moment