SORROW

stretching into curves
puddle
echoes lake,
mirrors clouds
passing by
look like
horse nebulae.
two hawks
circle
sky
in a tangling dance
screeching.
a dog barks
a rooster crows
my feet
know
where to go.

the trunks of trees
the white birch
are incandescent
leaving wisps
of leaves
tumbled
down
in still.

part of me
is part of this
as I sit inside.
chill
on toes
tips
of fingers, nose
outer thighs.

this winter's day
balm of light
sound, quiet,
tock of time
locates me
holds me
in my sorrow.


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