Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Bl. Kateri Tekakwitha (parton of ecology & the environment)

The lake laps up the shore

like a thousand wolves.

I’ve never seen water

so black.

This body never freezes,

so I’ve sailed to the middle

of this season. The moon

was a plum and the juice

ran over my chin. The stars

are soft-boiled.

I’ll float out here and wait

until they pool

into dawn.

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