Glistened;
The light on the ice on the water.
We spoke too loud.
Cars muffling other sounds, to irritate:
The heaviness of a false silence.
Sometimes above (on) waterways, ways which cross
And then divide—to things indivisible. I
weigh the universe in these pieces.
Light shattered. Dark, solid river–solemn.
A pale, dreamt shape, my shapeless hands,
Cutting the air. Through distant air.
A low swooping bird, skimming the water.
Together, we don’t attract or repel.
What is weakest, what sinks to matter, to flesh
(but deeper than skin) bone close.
And the closeness of bone leaves me lost.
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