April 10  2004

One-thousand one-hundred sixty-three

ice on all small lakes

ducks in spots of open water 

creek mouth or low south western shore

hard frost under silky rot thaws and stars 

spiritual nation

notion as margin as great distant sea

momentarily away from celestial pitch

midnight shield 

certain impossibility crossing spring ice

a star falls

I thank the night sky



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