Passing Time

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Passing Time

by Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

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Your smile, delicate
rumor of peace.
Deafening revolutions nestle in the

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow

The crystal lrags
Viscous tatters

A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings

She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness

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