not telling

not telling

when i returned
the land came closer
the trees  gusted
near me the moon
as though
nothing more than
a small summer cloud
through broad daylight
watched me
the land
was ready to tell
me the great secret
since i had come
then it all turned
away in shadow
from me

nothing
said.

26 july 2012

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