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for my husband
 
And we’re scooching on the surface, 
and we’re skimming on the surface,
and we’re walking on the crust and 
we’re up to our crotches in rotton snow,
sharp crystals scratching our legs,
our shoes drenched, our toes cold,
and we climb out to skim again on the surface
and sink. And skim. Get stuck. Crawl out. 
It was, of course, a relief to find
ourselves again on a dry dirt trail, 
but it was wonderful, wasn’t it, to flounder
and still find our way, I mean 
today, but I mean for thirty two years, 
falling in deep and choosing again 
to take the next step.

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