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.
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