The Dark Night of the Body
Birch bark gone,
The canoe hull,
Spider webs.
Green spiders,
Emerald stars
Shine out of dark.
I sit on a slant
Of river bank
Watch willows
Walk towards me,
Carrying in their hands
The evening.
Twilight is placed
In the upturned cup
Of my cupped hands.
The twilight
Has many rivers
And dark hills.
Duane Locke
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