To O.B.
***
Far from alone.
A magic observed.
Your outward wings
took us beyond
summa académica,
into the woods growing on clouds,
up to the lake behind the deserts,
we looked together for secrets of language,
wordsmith you are
inside the shimmering
mornings of Nizhny.
Far from this century –
you are the duty,
commitment and chivalry,
you are the magic
surprised by your joy.
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