Thursday, January 21, 2010

Buried Ice & Buttons


buried ice & buttons


the boy leans to water
his fingers tremble

what remembers
the piercing

the first
light

thru its
skin

was that
the yearning

the absence that
leaves two wounds

~

she pulls
wool

a pink
coat

~

on the wheat field roads
she nuzzles
close

if we fell they would
catch us wrap us
in milk & sugar

& we would
never die,
my love

~

he has never shot a bird
but once a dove fell on his porch
it bounced twice, its feathers powdery

~

could we
skate

away
now

~

he wants it
to stop

the ice
melt

but
it

will
be

what
it is

not
if

~

she has been composing
the song for forty-six years

she drags a stick along the ice
imagining the sound leads the fish

to warmer stars & the green twig trembling
the far shore awake: the thread perfect:
she only lost one button


Richard Lance Williams

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