sea shimmer
after the moonlight:
a dearth of words
June 2014
here it is
standing in for the moon
word for word
river fog —
a chiaroscuro of self
word by word
beyond me
the echo of a song
once me
finger tied
to the end of the world
a skein unwinds
star fire
arcing a self-made
abyss
a fantail
among the shadows
my every move
my hours
intoned by tuis
and moreporks
clear water
to free simplicity
of the words
after dusk
silence expands the space
still left
first cause
before we had
the words
first light . . .
let what is
be done
the vastness!
all that is concealed
by light
tundra —
the continuing thaw
of a single word
star-crammed sky —
all the words that come
to nothing
crescent moon —
she encircles the darkness
only she can see
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