You recognize me,
you entice me tenderly.
– Hermann Hesse (“Spring”)
…and I fall within
a new skin of limbs,
tender leaves and bloom –
while fog enshrouds
the naked dance
of sycamores in the creek
and late snow clings
to green grass
on Sulphur Peak.
You are a strong woman
and I am weak within
this tapestry, this fine weave –
each thread alive, binding
cinching and relieved
to have me rest upon it.
for Chip Martin
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