curate

curate

 

at odds on the landscape,

between here and the wellpump

 

what have you

may be enough

 

*

 

 

unwrap the remainder—

how many years now?

descent

of the gift into

memory

 

*

 

 

the point in question was not—

outside of doors,

the home state

changed

 

not the Place,

 

the feeling

 

*

 

 

at the first snow fall,

lines on her hands

unreadable

 

it’s not the matter.

who curates the fixity?

 

directed from within

 

 

uncertain the fate

 

of these trees

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