Once

At the division
in the clouds,

she gathered the
late harvest,

as light
assembled and
comprehended

before the first frost,

waving at a point below
to handfuls of borne fruit
-not yet ripened.

Radiance jumped into the crevasse,
its purpose met
and bequeathed
to sequent moments.

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