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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

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Ruins of a Cistercian abbey.
Summer's heat greens
the cloister-wreck.

A low stone wall
out of Frost's blank verse
winds beside a stooped elm.

Grass, moss, ivy
(heedless, creedless)
claim these saint-acres,

this ghost-church
whose time-bitten archway's
ablaze with strong low sun.

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