I cope with
the shadow of this thing
the word left unwritten
the name left
unsaid
I would
dream of this starlight
through pines
unexpectedly
your hand touches mine
news of your death
when I open my eyes
green leaves
I bend to lift this basket
filled with fallen apples
summer wedding
men in straw fedoras gossip
underneath trees
on the other side of the lake
a great blue heron listens
milk moon
my bare feet on this
wood floor
if I walk to the edge
will I hear your voice?
in this dream
it’s not the fox with a mouthful
of feathers
here between my teeth and my tongue
that familiar taste of copper
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