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Mahler

From the night we laughing entered
dispersed to corner seats and bracket lighted nooks.
Two tall glasses waiting impatient to be sipped
offering a balm for which we had no need.
Soft tunes and oak beams joined our whispered confirmations.
Much had passed these last days ( or was it into thousands? )
veils and fears, childish dreams returned:,goatherd and shepherdess,
searching pastures for short green shoots. Of what we talked. . . .?
vague enchanted mists. . . . .that night.
We stayed for sixty minutes then ,through  latch and porch
to the warm, dark, damp and friendly air,
along  empty roads to town, home and curtain comfort.
Mahler, as last we met; sat before the fire we listened,
making  peaceful demonstrations against the three day wait
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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