#2057 - a cottage in the moss

 

2057

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18.viii.25

a cottage in the moss

 

mist wintering

and mine

 

daylight broad

as waking to

 

a leaf twig hangout

 

old puddle struggle

 

motion of the bones, I’m bound

 

a side of creek

a sky slice pales to blue

 

and bellows, as for air I am

 

should the news break through somewhere

we’ll keep clepsydra time

 

time in a cloud

as in the stone

 

all this between us

built until

 

so see the least webs lit

truth’s tangle in the trees

 

here’s unfurling

who’ll say Spring?

 

it’s bright day I’ll declare

all laws obey me here