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Love My Way.

"Our age has its own particular mission, or vocation--the creation of a civilization founded upon the spiritual nature of work." --The Need for Roots

"...as they say in my home state of Alabama, I could peep through mud and see dry land."

"My loves are dying. Or is it that my love
is dying, day by day, brief life, brief candle,

a flame, flambeau, torch, alive, singing
somewhere in the shadow: Here, this way, here.

Hear the atoms ambling, the genes a-tick
in grandfather’s clock, in the old bones of beach.

Sun on the Sunday water in November.
Dead leaves on wet ground. The ferry leaves on time.

Time in your flight — O — a wristwatch strapped
to my heart, ticking erratically, winding down.

— Phyllis Webb, from Water and Light: Ghazals and Anti-Ghazals (via)

Western Man.