the buried steeps of snow in the hands and the heart
can build up
as starry night becomes sunny morning becomes starry night
love, the smooth marble of hand in hand
is real
if early life and later life
bring us together well
and if the steadfast calm is not overtaken by the moon
the published door
the strongest year
could seem to be proof
of the wishes held inside the palm
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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