winter's been
here too long, woman . . .
barren limbs!
rainbow,
sing me to sleep . . .
the wind!
one day, you
too will endure winter
without clothing
winter?
up early lighting
lanterns
what i'd give
to be an egret
moored in mud
i cannot
be the mirror no one
could be . . .
the cost of a good
seat too costly
sail with me
into a black hole . . .
winter dusk
i cause a
friend grief, feed her
to winter
robert d. wilson
©2009
