which
is
which
my hand
your heart
*
last year’s snow
rushes through
the valley—
some lonelinesses
can not be quenched
*
what is
the one
that notices
the one who thinks
she feels lonely?
*
in my pages
rubbing an arnica leaf
out of the blank
appears
a heart of graphite
*
in a red wagon
the old man
pulls to the grave
his mother
her ashes
*
I refuse
to see it
as a problem
loving
you