Wednesday, December 16, 2009

The Dark Night of the Body


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

Posted over on Whistling Shade

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