Look winter love
see the room
drawn from the space
you've drawn out
from here to far away.
I'll sit at its baseboards
making tallies
of the numbered times i've
lost my own breath
and had to search it
in the winter wood
you've made this room of.
Once found, once I breathe
again as everyone does
in and out again,
i'll spend my drawn out time
drawing the black sky between
the limbs of your white wood
and bless it
for relating our messages.
aug 22, 2011
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