From the thundering skies
that have suddenly burst
with the laughter of silly hail-stones
contemplation returns
on the porch of my june
with the distance of ice
i will watch
how frail all my tricks
to prolong or encore
what was only the gift of this spring --
all the tokens of love
that my memory licks
like a bear sweet-tooth
coming out its den.
Hunger passes.
Stones melt.
You are gone.
1999
From the thundering skies
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