the water is running
as I stand before the mirror
waiting for it to warm
to wash, shave and comb my hair
waiting, too, for something else
a coldness in me to go
in the light of a love
that will not run out as I grow old
the winter stillness stirs
my eyes pool
clearing my way
with tears
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a drear day
for a walk
I pass a man
his head in the cup
of his hands
his elbows anchored
on his window sill
his reverie for a moment
on me
I wave
he breaks his cup
we wave
we lift
a cup of cheer
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draws
pulls
woos me
through the night
each knotted line
wants to unravel
into a cadence
a discontent with
the order of garden rows
it is grateful
for flight
in the open air
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not to know
the way
betrays me not
but
to notice
me sigh
tells me
you mean
to share
my lot
right there
right there
ahhhh
thank you
without you
there are places
I would never reach
without you
parts of me
I would never meet
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a venture of blood I
break for the forest
where the earth trembles
when a leaf falls
light combs
the trees
moss murmurs
in the shade
there to savor
what seasons me
seeing
needs light
hearing
some distance
smell
just knows
touch
takes risks
taste though
makes the most
sense
all they need
is tree
she on one side
he the other
their glee between
they play never
catch never
win
round they go
she and he
and tree
play
one
I eat alone
as I leave
a single brown leaf
on a barren branch
throws its shadow
against the restaurant wall
as it pulls me in
to what becomes
us
in the cold and snow
I take
a different way
home
morning
a bee in the eye of the sun
evening
a frog in the pond of the moon