© Steve King
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I welcomed you in other times
when words ever sufficed
to cover all small things.
Nowadays, words gather
in such crazy ways—
like birds that marry to a flock,
clinging to the latest wind,
lifting quick away.
Like stars that paint an emptiness
for a time—
bright, distractive,
then so sure in their decline,
heavens emptied sudden then.
An old stillness rising,
again and again.
