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Without Design All Beauty Melts Away


It is cold this evening. One of the first
cold evenings of autumn.
I have your shirt over my own.
I am not hungry. I am starving.
And I look for the laws of all this.
I write down a new name, Cyrene,
beloved of Apollo. To look up.
To learn about it before spring.
To learn what the earth asks of us.
To know that would be happiness.
To go the right way. To carry what is not
known to those who will take it
and give me back something which is.


~ Linda Gregg