Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentine with Whales

Valentine with Whales

I mean to write what is true, what came, what became without
effort of naming; what teases just beyond the reach of
words, slips out of frame, refuses to be pinned to the page.

I aim to list, to count, account each reason, spin of season,
to order every moment's joyous mess. Knowing if it could
be captured, framed, contained, it would be less.

I offer instead what we felt among circling whales.

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