Wednesday, March 21, 2012


when god was not a word
more a sheaf of wheat or a chest
pressed against a chest,

divine with sweat

there were simple things

a long girl loved daffodils

she kept her hopes in bowls

i've heard-- been told--

a little bairn chased a pheasant 
into a nettle patch

cold water seizes the lungs 
truths like torques close 
'round the heart

i do not know what one does

only a rattling
which says
what's done 
is done
my love
what's done 
is done

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