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Circling



Circling

 

Water striders, seeds,

in luminous waved green air,

Still, still.

I dropped a stone into a pond

and watched the circles grow wide and soft.

I remembered you to the shore;

you grow less vivid by degrees.

 

There was a white day in the woods,

It was out of season;

we made love

where the foxes left tracks.

I lay down,

and left a wingless snow angel.

It grew less vivid by degrees.

 

Small things change.

Woodpeckers nest on our roof,

I put salt out for the deer,

the forsythia bush bloomed.

You loved a morning moon;

 it wanes as you do,

you grow less vivid by degrees.

 

Category: My articles | Added by: Kristin (09.20.2011)
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