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This time again a snow
riding off its sea wind, dancing,
when the frost came in autumntime light,
I had you inside, a light confession
breathing the thawing air,
closed the hood
around your face and closed your eyes
when the fox appeared
through the snow,

your eyes tightened
and paused, between forgetting and amber
detail, where his ghost stood
a thought we both knew was
spoken; feel and repeat,
our hands sifted through the snow thicket. Saw
crimson and green through the blizzard in hunger, traced
limbs of trees swaying;
when I shouted the wind carried
my call, and followed you here,
between two evergreens,
where you fell
and I carried you back