The way the lamp
glimmers light on to
human skin
is quite fascinating.
It's only a simple gradient;
but the coyotes call out
in the wooden,
hollow distance.
The deer knows better.
Now put the fulfillment out;
I see the sun flicker and
move slowly.

The ramblings come back;
this old dog. "Run to me."
     I utter
     it slowly.
Molasses tastes
fine in January.

Give it
to me
straight.
Memory
nestles itself
over there
in the corner.
     Like the seasons
     warmth comes
     and goes. Cupidity
     lies in the sensual
     snow tonight.
          I dig it out.
          I uncover it.
          My hands are
          wet and cold.

repeat
repeat
return

I walk
in all this snow
to come to grips
     to breathe
     to forget tomorrow and remember.
I remember this—
the moment.

icy
fever

     cold
     river

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