for now you hold it against tree bird
waiting, guessing, imagining  liquid
shapes flow  windward, gone  now
now back from leaves, a poet's mind
of words, of origins lost,  ends open

begin now ,whir, fashion your things 
out of sounds, through missing light
a center , a circle  position on a ring
 a stirring in leaves, a bark of ants line
a story that begins in day  to a night

now you hold it in your hands, chest
congested in thought, a pain littoral
a sea holding wind, a weave constant
a moon-tide, a salt unmade , a man
in trees searching, an emptied bottle
for now hold it and leave it but hold
between now and then space , hold 
so it will not go away ,not come back


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