Friday, June 9, 2017

Boundary Valentine (For Terry)

Wonder is so hard to get to
Each time a different way
And reverence is so remote
As boundary waters say
We race our bodies to the falls
And plunge into the next era
Where wonder will come again
I went far back to the old ceremonies
And cemeteries of wood fires
Where she had recently been seen
Is each life a recovery
Of the one before a limpid
Forecast of the one to come
A canoe carried
To the next rapids

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