He’s My Age Today: may the ray guide us

Naked

This ray is running South,

this circle is the West–

tangles the wind made

in its own handwriting,

and noon is tall and upright,

a mast supporting the sky,

while the clear lines shift

from silence to silence till they are

the slim birds of the air,

wherever our luck takes us.

–Pablo Neruda

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