Invocation Poem by Lee Ann Schaffer
Invocation
He is gazing from the window
A colour behind the curtain
You wait at the garden gate
He is standing in the doorway
A form against the light
You wait at the garden gate
He is walking in the gutter
A reed upon the wind
You wait at the garden gate
He is fading on the horizon
A nucleus inside a nebula
You wait at the garden gate
But
In the passage was
Transfiguration.
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