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Wednesday
Dec152010

drawn out, drawn back

 

Ice that books say shouldn’t be
    in the fridge at all
curiously takes to itself properties
    of food around about.

I’d swear the last piece I fished out
was a sliver of salmon
    glamorous, sparkling
in its last moments
till it returned to the water
    that flourished it.

Is that how it was for you
    in those final moments;
Breath, or something shaped
    like breath,
drawn out, drawn back
    to Aonach Mor?


kj26sept10

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