Laura’s Day


night moon, sage and witch,
drops, ghost against the window
dark eye to sunrise


wool socks, oatmeal stout
path of clear ice, white snow turns
on a warm red cheek


thousand year dreams turn
empty space, blood, bone, hunger,
snow was in your hair


ghost, a silver knife
slips through firth and peat and stone:
your heart beats again

fine passage

mountain lantern light
breaking through bamboo and ice
a thousand angels

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