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LOVE
OUT LOUD WINNING ENTRY:
CARLOMAR ARCANGEL DAOANA
THE BLUE
HOUR
(for Anna)
Coming close to this cliff-ledge, the edge
Of our bodies’ given, we watch
How these mountains are recomposed
By the things that have taken them,
Received—wind, light, the green spirit
Of trees. Our eyes are intent in their
Listening: movement is the language
Of our going. A leaf spirals toward
The open palm of earth. The wind dives,
Rises, goes through the shattering branches.
But something hums that we are human.
I do not want this to end, you
say
Under the stretch of sky, lengthening.
But there is no other way. We can only
be
Silent and still for now and believe:
We startle nothing. Staying with each
other,
With our lips forming the gesture of a
kiss,
We could go as far as wishing
The landscapes to slip away, reveal
The brilliant no-breath of forever.
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