the fact that in the beginning
there’s only a smell of wood fire
time when time doesn’t yet exist
the spring sun licks your face
like a puppy
we exchange glances
that have unwittingly seen
what they’ve seen
brought to the surface
we stare goggle-eyed
the deep sea fish
I want to comfort you but your tears
tickle my cheek
old age falls on our heads
like snow that doesn’t thaw
in spring
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