Meghan

By trees—or might see as the masonry
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
Glimmering of light:
I bring down a bit of its light
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
Columbuses or Gamas, ever pass,
As if your human shape were what the storm
When I am heard, and what I say is solely
XV. The International Circumpolar Stations: The Greely Expedition
Père and Mère Chose could be in conversation
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
The weight of being born into exile is lifted.
Pallid waste where no radiant fathomers,
I. Further Exploration of Spitsbergen
watching calisthenics from the grandstands.
Is it almost honey, is it snow?
And off the white smoke swims
With sun's warmth wasted on a stone,