So what in the end
might it mean to tear
the veil and tumble through
into the world
of exquisite infinite light?
Nothing special, I guess:
still this last robin
greeting the dusk with all of herself
this half moon rising in fugitive blue
and that small plane droning into the West
simply
no longer a watcher
and no watched
© Roselle Angwin November 2012
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