Brian Purdy - The New Romance

Fewer creeks
blacker starlings
fewer home-made killing-jars

Moths and butterflies
still dancing
through the sound of passing cars

But now the creek's
beneath a building
traffic din may never end

Secret places
all are forfeit
with beetles wing and muskrat's den

Bridge us to
the purple twilight
when the mist was medicine

Spirit us
across the gloaming
to where the trees stood listening

Can you hear it
Can you hear it
Hear this song of rust and rain

In the twilight
in the gloaming
open up and feel again.

Brian Purdy

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