it goes on
like dreaming of
some place after
you leave it. You
wake up in a daze
rain all day
in the pines.
It goes on
like that green,
like stained glass
between a bedroom
and the hall with
the light always
burning behind it,
cantaloupe and
peach light on
the bed all night
--lyn lifshin
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