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Nothing May Frame You

2009 May 1
by J. Scott Mosel

The way you stand, curveddsc_0085
in the doorway

enters me like the still
light of a pond

at rest in my mind:
you ripple through

the room, the pebbles
I toss from my eyes

to set your image in motion
have lost their origin,

and move over the landscape
of your country

to the shore,
where the waves bend the light

in your eyes to a whisper
only beauty can hear. Darkness

follows, now moonlight
the canvas your words bring

to life: dewdrops from a star
you drop not by note

in this poem.

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