and up on the slope
where the moon-silver hides
the rain,
the rise
the pause between
the eyes
and up upon the slope
is winter on the run
and as she grips my hand
i feel
so nearly undone
the battling wind,
the groping cries
the rain
the rise
the intimate sighs
(and we begin,
and the stars we barely reach….)
~~~~~~
I laugh, we laugh
I and you and me laugh
strangely and unforced laugh
fine for spring and day laugh
gold on string and squirrel laugh
wakes up coat and shoe laugh
world is waking
frost is breaking
feeling for
the dreamer
that’s rising and running,
the rest, almost
unseener
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