ODE TO ST. BEGA
by Sarah Crabtree


Far, far away
Where rosy glow
Of dusk
Touches
Green waters,
She waits,
As mystifying
And deliquescent
As her unwhispered
'I love you'.
With ruffled hair
Swept back,
Under
Champagne skies,
She knows
The night is hers.
Towards the East
She flees
To our Time
In the Universe.
To that one
Moment
She
And I
Will share.

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