Mark Turbyfill (1896 - 1991)

Knew: the shifted scene
Less wavered, more trimmed with light,
Than the years before.
Look down. People pass over the ice
As a file of thin ghosts creep,
And fade beyond the hill.
You, and you, and you--
Small souls, shrinking away.
And you, and you, and you,
Bearing lights in your hands,
Approaching eternally..... Life is
More sweet than I knew.
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