Poetry of Robert Fisher
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The linden quivers in the golden light,
The sun pressing a palm on each leaf,
Igniting hundreds of suns
Like a master laying hands on his disciples
Till they burst into the flame of insight.

The sun as it slides below a hill
Casts a bar of darkness across half the tree.
My old friends are calling.

November 12th, 2016