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(a poem for the Vernal Equinox)

When I was a child, I spoke as a child...

For hundreds of thousands of years'
worth of nights  black as pitch
in the callous, cold dead
of the winter we waited,
desperate for The Light,
so much so
we personified it,
codified and enshrined it
not only as Lord
but, for us,
goodness itself
became white,
since deep in the dark
of our DNA
we are so very
of the night.

...but when I became...Man,
I put away childish things.

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Vi's works appear widely both in print and online. She conducts Poetry Workshops and gives readings in Central New York. Her latest chapbook is "Sine Qua Non Antiques (an Arcanum of History, Geography and Treachery).

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