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Once in a hotel bed she asked
do I have a glint of stillness
anywhere in me?  You are looking.
The firmament unremaining
flickered through a window.

Is there not a glint of stillness in me now?
A piece of sadness
broken from the human animal?
Twice severed, once powerfully reconnected,
the lone creature.

Let's tramp its tenderness down
into our pine forest.