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Late Night

Robert Pack

Late orange light reflected from the lake Leaps up into the mountainโ€™s shade, And suddenly a crouching wind Claws at pale, trembling aspen leaves; A startled elk, foamed water...

Now Once Again

Robert Pack

Now once again the glaring moon, A mirror in the midnight sky, A single flower in an empty field, Evokes the expectation that An ancient truth will be revealed....