Walking by the frozen river
all these rocks scattered near the banks
shine a most reverent green
even on this deep winter day.
Each is a single step
on a path
that no one is brave enough to go down
through this arctic wilderness into some
I think I see that same green later—opening the cabinets
and drawers at home just out of the corner of my eye.
A sense of that color has spread everywhere
or I carry it with me
but I know I will never see that green again.
I will give up on love
carry death and the fear of death
in my heart.
I will shatter this crystal
that is my life if it helps me
remember what I’ve lost.
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