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Kristin Roedell
Water striders, seeds
In luminous waved green air.
I dropped a stone into a pond
And watched the circles grow wide and soft.
I remembered you to the shore;
You grow less vivid by degrees.

There was a white day in the woods;
We made love where the foxes left tracks.
I lay down and left a wingless snow angel.
It grew less vivid by degrees.

Small things change.
The woodpeckers nest on our roof.
I put salt out for the deer,
The forsythia bush bloomed.
You loved a morning moon;
it wanes as you do,
you grow less vivid by degrees.



First published: Ginosko

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