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trust

John Sweet

not magic, but something real
something pure,
and i have been trying to thank you
for it
in these final dying days of october

i have been walking down dead-end streets,
past the ghosts of suicides,
pasts burned-out gas stations,
and i have spent enough of my life being blind
to finally understand the gift of
vision

i have tasted you in the grey light
of silent afternoons

have only wanted more

John Sweet was born in 1968. His recent collections include "ash wilderness" and "human cathedrals". www.bleedinghorse.blogspot.com
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