Before The Sun Has Set
J
James McLain
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The sight of it is shear.
Behind a wall of mist a shape.
It keeps her, where she is.
He keeps one step ahead of her.
And time is breathless still.
I stand beneath the moon and whisper.
And tell her this.
Before the sun has set.
Your eyes look down at me.
The path leads through green leaves.
Around a stand of trees.
Up the bend around the base.
I push my memory in and close her fist.
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