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In the low light of winter
The hard light of spring
Lovers lit by scarcity and terror
Ignite the hunter’s afternoon
Remember stunning visits
To a window closed against them
Daylight shining and metallic
And a velvet inner anger moving
Out toward the world
Wanting dusk and darker
Mouths at midnight
Water lapping brick bridges
Arching over cast reflections
Quiet boats and then the seal
The seamlessness
The drowsing skin
Wanting the slick gloss of canal
The click-step on old stones
The journey to water and lace
