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Tag: light
November 11, 2016
She laughs when he sends a photograph of their time together
One Breath at a Time
invites Thought, the zealous rowdy.
He arrives in his threadbare sweater,
awkward and a little hungover.
They sort of dance.
Bury it.
Bury it.
Not like something gone
or best forgotten;
not like a secret.
Press it
into your darkness;
bury it like a seed.
Winter Lake
I dreamt the sun rose
at midnight. Veiled. Gracious
with the moon. We waltzed.
Our snowshoes were like wings.
Newfoundland 2
In the archeology lab we read
soil samples through a microscope. Among
300 year old husks, a raspberry seed.
Lightly
Into. Inside.
Eyes closed on a starless night.
Nothing above.
Nothing below.
The undertow pulls you down.
Lets you go.
Listen up.
Do you hear the sound of wings?
Sudden and gone?
Dancing on Frozen Beaver Ponds 