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I could love you for a moment but there is democracy to think of

Morgan Bach

 

The dark
is no longer
dark
but spotted
in gold
like the hide
of a cheetah
fast approaching

 

sometimes
your breath
smells like smoke
when you
wake

 

the sea in ribbons
of current
tangling as so many
snakes
in a nest

 

frozen toes
frozen skies
all day the ships
come and go
behind the burnt
pavilion

 

I wake
hungover
from sleep
I am the wall
your heart
cannot
leap
kelp and I
move
like we are kin

 

when I enter
the bush now
I am blind
a catalogue
of flowers
in my brain
I fear
will fade

 

one day
we won’t know
what seasons
meant
already
winter
is not
winter

 

the snow
hushing
us to sleep
in spring

 

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