Dark Saturday…



Dark Saturday


The snow is still on the hills

And the water all alive in the teenage light

Even the trees are alchemising green somehow

From husk, from torso.

The surface of things lies

Like new skin

Stretched tight by the bulge of bones

This old body

Is broken


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