Excerpt from Buddha's Kisses
 Poem by Richard Ronan SUNRISE |
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so white it's turned blue: the birch grove above the snow the light before dawn the winter lake ringed in slush that has not yet iced through. fish amble their clocks turned down. they think of red bugs but the thought takes days to shape and when it comes at last it seems like a memory. there are creaks: peeper frogs their damp noises muffled by snowskin wet air blotted feathers. robert's sleeping. he's nude in the linens especially pale. the smell of him sleeping fills me with hopes of sap and resin. I lick the skin on his collar bone breathe in the wood-smell of him and at least in memory I make him pour on my tongue his mind shaping like the image of a leaf in ice. he rises in pulses toward waking. |