Saturday, October 30, 2010

St. Alphonsus Rodriguez

if I told you

just how naked

the trees were,

I don’t think

you would have

believed me.

their cloaks hid

the icy surface

of the pond,

asked me to step out

onto nothing but


if some of me

is home with you,

I’m one leg in

deep. deeper

as the ice cracks

and the lines spread

out and away,

like roads to a

stock-still heart.

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