Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Not a life without weather. Not a road without stones. I wish her a coat she trusts,
The folder is heavier than the single page inside. It carries alarm clocks,
You crossed the stage alone, though a hundred hands had steadied earlier stairs.
May the leaves teach release without calling every loss beautiful. May the field after harvest
When the geese go south, no sermon follows. The sky keeps their brief handwriting,
One apple remains at the top of the tree, red against November,
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