Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Every Poem I Write Is for You

I love you. I couldn't stand up.
You love me. You let me sit down.
We lived together in the snow,
Sun and shadow of a high house
That would never belong to us.
We had a child. Astonishment
Ruled us from her open-eyed birth.

We were tired. The light slipped below
The Rim earlier in those days.
Those days. Now there's an odd turn.
We were sleeping in faint fragments
Before we paused altogether,
So much already stored in us,
So little sense of what was next.

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