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" She deposited her name in my vocabulary...
And stepped into my life surefooted like the verb she was.
Nuances of old adjectives I thought I knew appeared thereof:
Evening. Autumnal. Breathless. Open. Wild.
Moreover her presence argued
As convincingly as the softest concrete nouns:
Wind and Flower. Dove and Sky.
Adverbs trailed mellifluously, ethereally from her gown.
But, alas , she was a verb,
Transitive, ont eh move.
Ultimately even the nouns turned abstract
Like Delusion and Caprice.
Trusting in her indicative sighs,
I never suspected she would leave me
In this blue subjunctive mood. "
---- G. Moss
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