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he wanted to be alone
after a while
was
still,
even without people
there was
light at the window
it hung from a tree
on one leaf that stayed
green
deep into autumn
he could say
that light
was
enough
even if it wasn’t
even if
what if it was
—
Copyright 2015 Mike James
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