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brought in from the snow

returned to water what

simply fell from your lips (quietly)


& not forlorn this morning

comfortable in the cold, mist

awakened by a relationship to basic shapes



for the season


couldn’t be more than what your movements say

quick switches of hands

fold in to flight




for beauty but are


and so

much more than that, I think


hold your happiness at great height

watching you is to flourish

it is just

& and the pleasure of it

is too wide to measure this late in the day

sun still echoing in the branches



not a poem for chris


to trade love for understanding


there are so few instances


are we happy enough to recall


hasten to hold redemption is a silver box

running away




& for



for liz


why ask for a place when there is the night air


entwined by accidents but softly

bowing before the headlights

rush between us asleep & awake


nothing to say really except

would you do that again, say

your name, close the curtain silently


thousands of times

thousands of stars


come to rest





forced to recall

 everything you loved

 everything you forgot to mention


 wishing to see another reflection

 something simply revisionary like

 calling out for you in a dream,

 on a truck bound for Spain





and clears the waters

for whom in snow

for whom would you cherish

and figure she would leave

in reference to for whom she leaves

in wind in rain

and so are we

to remind me of morning

to remind you of spring


wonders what happened

reminds me of songs which remind me of you