Monday, January 4, 2016

Silken Monday

My heart knows the difference.
Is there an and/or in my future?

This is a smooth Monday.
Boots muddy, laced tight.

My shadows are absent.
Is it fog or wood smoke

beneath the cabbage
against the crust of ice

my fingers search
for an open spot

where they died
stories disappearing.

I study the octopus ice
and also the eyes of this creature

here a tentacle there a piece.
Winter branches not touching.

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