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And, in my mind
there came a day
when winter ghosts

left icy walls, and
the crease of a wooden door
expanded, as

the roundness of velvet soothed my heart’s chambers.

West of here, I wait
to be a third wife within
a shadow of water’s memory;

forming, and then
dripping, down the rings of ribs
like hallowed bamboo, as

we chime for the earth.

Posted for dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night 43 at www.dversepoets.com