a break

i suppose i’ll walk north
where the trees with evergreens
blossom out

i could have written here
but between knotted shoulders
my ribs hold only a blurred body

in a morning i stood upon a bridge
broiling black water tumbling below
black ink like i’ll never have

and below the intrepid loon
teaches its children how to fly
and reminds me of my own reward

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