BON HIVER

Sideways, we dream of this
wondrous tilt,
with motion
slow
as a good winter’s freeze.

Through glass
is rain
of winding sky’s debris
– shifting shadows over
and along
the horizon we’ll reach.

Wrap all you’ve owned
of yesterday
with the pain
you’ve yet suffered, dear,
for this
bears
all.

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