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K O N T U S I O N
lay beneath the window
where the cool breath
falls in across the sill plate
through the tired metal
screen that holds the
squares of opaque rain
each crucial star a beacon
each breath a prayer
on fresh sun dried sheets
"Our souls are imperfect"
we spoke aloud reading together
as the pines gathered the brilliant
dance of dusk
the lake shivering with gusts
we bear the imperfection like
a contusion on the mould
in my dream we are skating
while the aurora burns
our breath trailing behind us
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Comments
Esker
Sun, 2011-09-11 02:57
I was blessed to grow up in the country
I worked outside for years too
I love nature and even here in
the city there is plenty to absorb
ones interests in The urban
forest Birds and small mammals
The lake and its moods
its shimmer
its dark receptive ache when
the air is calm and still