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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

do

not

hope

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

 

from

 

& 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

 

 

unresolved

 

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

 

 

raft

 

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