Friday, January 9, 2015

9 january

afterward there is a space
something apart from weariness or relief
a letting-go of extra
a separation of sorts
time and tide and now we're done

empty as my calendar
buckets or the flood

there are other things to write about
i'm sure
ice that cannot find its way out
wind that melts only an edge at a time
night cars with blankets
     warming up only by the time i reach home

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