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Sadness

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

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

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the Marten and the Fox

marten 001 - small

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

Standoff.
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.

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