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Diary Entry 40:

A-Quiet-Read-Albert-Lynch-Oil-Painting

March 11th: Based on ‘A Quiet Read’ by Albert Lynch. Started 9:08. Finished: 11:46.

The Good News

So softly cooed the darling dove who perched upon my sill

to sing of how the ages in the pages served to spill

winged words that gave some men their flight

to bring the joyous news

to nations knowing not of need in deeds that form their dues.

 

“Dear darling dove, of such a love, how must I know the book

of which you sing, as if to bring, new eyes through which to look?”

 

The darling dove, of such a love, flew out and placed by me,

a branch of which I’d always passed, so that my heart might see

how such a vine could salve my eyes, to watch the wash of hues

of what’s it’s like to come undone so that you feel your fuse.

-A. Struthers

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