Maybe the Manitous excerpt from The Wilderness Within

December 8, 2009


 
 

                                         
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

Eastward rolling water

pellucid dense and slow

Karo syrup gloss or

flowing molten glass.

One crystal grabs

                                      one grain of sand and

                                the beach blooms

                                        with frost flowers—

                                   a stiff white collar grows

                                   all along the sandy shore.

                         Cold.

 

 

                           Icy winds blast.

                              Ice balls bob, wink, crash.

                            An eagle’s cry hangs

                 midair

                        above a white horizon line—

                     when sweetwater seas

                  freeze.

 
 

 

 

 

 

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