the ground is still frozen

 

loving you is finding an empty
robin’s egg       holding blue
surprise like a heartbeat

it is laughter slipping
through fingers       the shadow
of faces and hands bending

now
this frozen ground
reduces memory
to sediment

I don’t think we should have a funeral at all

I watch the dog catch a moth
its wings melt like sugar
on her tongue

 

 

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