The valley is empty
but threaded with ice
our lives have opened
like wave upon wave
I pretend I am a mother
duck, swanning placid
kids, cubs, pups, chicks
follow me automatically
through the feathered clefts
of childish hunger and snow
_
but threaded with ice
our lives have opened
like wave upon wave
I pretend I am a mother
duck, swanning placid
kids, cubs, pups, chicks
follow me automatically
through the feathered clefts
of childish hunger and snow
_
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