And isn't

she one with the rapt

ice maiden holding

through all her summers to a snow

lover, and the knight pursuing

a shade lady?

                        Now

is another reluctant autumn.

Some of the children

are left alive

they are waiting

too long they believe

for me to come

back to normal

increasingly

they are irritable

deprived of the right

mother who coaxed

mother who welcomed

they begin

dismantling me

in search of the safe

angry mother

punning mother

disassembling me

after the old

last-minute mother

Kaleidoscope

It's rare but I do find

     eyes that know

that trick of focusing more ways

than one (just as in country

     towns I recognize

a few faces that have registered

other possibilities).  An instant's

     pause continually

isolates those who try to dance

with one partner while

     desire appoints

another.  In the pause everything is still

possible, everything is right

     here; all

worlds are kept among us while

their eyes perpetually consider.

Recalled

unsatisfying child's

trick anger and real

blood pull my power

I concede now I may

live to be an old

old woman beginning

today my slow turn

from death his

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