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University of the Spirit
by David Matthews

The sunlight falls more softly now
Across a sea of leaves soon to turn
Gold, orange, yellow and fall
In windswept riot of imagination,
Throwing bands of light and shadow
On spines of books that rise
In untidy stacks on my desk
Alongside pens and writing pads
Filled with the scrawl that is
The thinking out of thoughts
And working out of poems
For this new fall term
At the university of the spirit
Where I pursue my studies.

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