It's only habit that holds me together.
on the snow
in the garden
bird tracks
[Severely edited 14 December 02010]
grief accumulates marbles in a leather bag cat eyes, shooters, steeldust in the corner stones in the heart feathers on the camel’s back it comes in storms, in waves, in small winds in large windsin stone walls you lean against it it leans against you you carry a village on your back a steep village a mountain of masonry dense & crowded housesall the peopleall the other animals heavy woven rugsthey weigh you down their beautiful, mysterious patterns ancient colors signifying ...the colors of rain cold rain in the body heavy and dark you wake with tears on your face a wet and silent pillow nothing can hold it not dreams, not the body, not
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