colder.

motions like glaciers
tearing winds at
empty hearts
gathering on sidelines
filling lungs with nothing
breathing every heavy stone
 -sliding along mountain tops
on bellies full with life
full with last year's snow storm.
crystals break, little
waters melt into trickle
slow creep on ivy blocks
right on time to ancient suns
summer solstice starts again.
hollow caves in quiet
moving over continents
  -of years gone by.

06-12-97

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