bells

all night my sleep is troubled by bells. outside, the bronze bell from my wedding, the arcosanti bell, three leaping fish on the clapper, plays in the wind of a passing storm. your love enfolds me from afar, a molecular cloak. it is in your sweatshirt that i will not take off. it is in…

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winter can wake me when you return

the dawn sky cracks with birdsong. wild geese fly over in a noisy mass, autumn spilling from their wingbeats. you leave my side, your silhouette disappears through the doorway into a grey morning, one shadow vanishing into another. weeks will pass before i see you again. i do the only thing i can, and go…

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