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April 2011

               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