Parading

Burn, glare, old sun, so long unseen,

That time may find its sound again, and cleanse
That time may find its sound again, and cleanse
That time may find its sound again, and cleanse
What ever it is that a wound remembers
What ever it is that a wound remembers
After the healing ends. —Weldon Kees
After the healing ends.
—Weldon Kees

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