There wasnt space
for two to pass
at one moment
and that moment
at Potniae. Fate had spoken
and Fate followed through at the cost
of the Other.
It takes a life
time’s blindness to
see one’s father.
The way one wood-dove-buzz
buzz-follows
another-
the slow low
repeat-the
twang of an arrow-the
way she to
whom I smile
returns the
smile: the way.
To come out
after a
long day’s work
into snow-
the latest
version of
nothingness
and all so
light and crisp-
as if we’re
the candles
on the cake.
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