Were there shadows under the poplars today
was the bed of copper dry
was the silver sun shining brightly
and were there passersbby?
I missed your long limbed grace today
I missed the silver sun
I missed your wounded barks today
and now that day is done
will I see you tomorrow
under a brighter sky
oh shadows that reflect my sorrow
will your raise your branches high
and will your copper leaves be dry?
L. Ivison 2025 Copyright
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