Trace
Because you walk
on water
your footprints
are invisible
We look in vain
for a wet mark
from the ball
of your foot
or even
a lick of
dried salt
on the stones
— Luci Shaw, Writing the River
posted by Pilgrim at 12:21 pm
Preoccupations
Sometimes, confessing, I incise The skin over my breast – bone, press the bone – saw’s Intolerable teeth through The knotting of sternum and ribs, Excavate the narrow valley floor Even deeper, open the vein of gold That branches up from my mother lode, Unearth my molten heart for you, and Your dark, delicate, intrusive mining
Saturday, August 20, 2005
on water
your footprints
are invisible
We look in vain
for a wet mark
from the ball
of your foot
or even
a lick of
dried salt
on the stones
— Luci Shaw, Writing the River
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