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To Winter
Rebecca Dunham
You are catch-less, you are my abandonment—
You are my very own sweet crone(老母羊).
to pitted fruit-stone, a sacrifice
To the green, green moon.
the sink-holed lawn,
You disclose the corded trunk's grizzle.
Absent desire, you are reduced to offshoot of silver
the throat's barked lock.
Stasis: this flame unfanned. A fallow wake.
hard-pack like petaled clouds.
Unplait me.
I want this for us:
To feel the blossom of a lover's breath.
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