thriving in the spring
alive in a rain of icy water
cannot be held back to stop the summer swimmer
i have always feasted on my own heart to turn the lonely pain lovely
it is the space between the words
splintered door jams line the way back down unmeeting conversations
unmeeting wishes the color of sea green loud echo
information coded so decoded
that the seasons blend

#96. Repousse’ (for april

November 29, 2009

Formed.
Well formed.
In relief
with the sweetness of silver
or gold
or bronze
copper also.
It is so much labor
to start from tar
and hammered metal.

So bright the pattern
so bright the smith.

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