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A picture made me cry
Today it moved, it
Moved me

And I went where it
Beckoned so that
It would stop

Though really I am
Frozen somewhere, down
Inside myself

So it could never move
Me like I think
it would

If I were not made of
Ice, made of all the
Little things

Sep 12/15, woodburning on plywood with red gel pen

the Marten and the Fox

marten 001 - small

The marten slinks through the grass
It smiles with the weeds
Its blonde markings shimmer
Like corn in the mud
On its blackened back.

The fox crouches by a heap of stones
It bows to the wind
And its frosted fur rises
With the light of the sun
In the east.

May 11/15 ; excerpt from “the Marten and the Fox” Dec 9/14