Thursday, December 14, 2017

9:49 on a december morning

















some days reflect
white on white
white to brick-red briskness bites

clarity lingers upon the landscape of loss
opalescent
pearled

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wind is still
snow shrinks to whisper pools of winter
softly

it is childhood : folded in & dripping joy through holes pierced by an ache so large it fills the sky with blue blue rolled up & spilling upon land frozen & waiting

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crispness becomes home becomes bone
as
a wren comes and sits upon this folded day
blue-blue rolled up & spilling

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