Apropos?

[greenstorm]

I love it when they hit the right note. This feels so great to read right now.

A Renewal

Having used every subterfuge
To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion,
Now I see no way but a clean break.
I add that I am willing to bear the guilt.

You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge,
A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on.
We sit, watching. When I next speak
Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.

James Merrill

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[greensinger.livejournal.com]

*holds breath for a moment*

Did you get my message?

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

No, no cellphone reception out here.