We, who exist encased in this question
nestled deep within the curve of an ear,
listen close to the space between the words
for the why of meaning to reveal love,
where the rasp of a reply gurgles out
in gasps welling below an ice pack to
grow slow weeks of silence interbedded
in the tectonics of this relationship.
When an answer can bloom from rich loam
we spread over our vague conversations,
the chance of a late frost’s mockery
will cause open buds to glow like wild stars.
What we are left with in each of our hearts
would be, how do we breach our mannered walls?
(March 2012)

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