only the stars in a blue-white extremity
signal to you: can you be that far?
when the wanderer's path is
a ribbon of sea-
a canyon of standing still.
only the stars in a blue-white extremity
translate the evenings to the wind
enabling you to breathe
all this is as if
reading Rilke in a dream,
surmises through the
dim boughs of your sleep
the crystal extremity of birdsong
long ago longed-for,
etched in the glass
or was it, the snows
not yet, foreclosed on
mary angela douglas 10 august 2013
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