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Day One
VI. MIRIJULA - SPIRIT DOG
2. On The Back Step
Holding up the spirit dog
beneath the stars.
Sitting on the backstep.
My Mirijula.
After I knocked the back door in.
I let go -
& let the land work through
me
& us
the pup - & I,
thou & I.
Above our place - the single light
bulb, collecting insects.
In our land. Let go -
let go of distress,
Mirijula -
in my palm,
the pup's heartbeat
travelling along my arms
until I lit up.
It was like holding warm fruit
heated by the sun.
Sun & wind generated
with the pips inside
beating.
It was like holding
a world
heavy & sweet.
I let my lips rest upon
the plump neck.
The pup's small stress
gradually
subsiding. |
