Unbidden or

at times, bidden


bear shadows appear

usually in glimpses 

a tease between trees


or perhaps

on old snow

where tracks swell velveteen, 

softened like starlight

in the melting.


Break up 

is too harsh a word

for the giving way


too brittle for the mosses 

that once frozen, now


in exhales invisible,


at your cheek.


It is too hard a word

even for bears.

No word is close enough


for the waiting

for the questions


as with each step 

your palms tingle

and the opened ground reaches 

like spring 

for your ear


as if pressing it

to the thawing

could lend words

to a prayer


and release

the bright sounds of our


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