Before the ice is in the pools - by
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
The horse won’t know how its metatarsal
/ can be whittled by friction with the lake,
/ how the act of skating is part…
Mother, I think / it’s come at last: / my skating minister vocation. …
Moonlight becomes blades, blades moon-
/ light as they lilt and pivot out of shadow
/ into yellow pools: I make a point and…
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