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xv. Lateral<br />
Snowstorm in the mountains. A carriage<br />
awaits passage. Someone speaks of home.<br />
<strong>The</strong> wish one suffers and sings for. One & many,<br />
slow & hurry. Someone speaks of home, rising evermore.<br />
I think of one girl, then another, past, present.<br />
Spell, shaping. I think of trees along a snowy<br />
road. This yearning’s diminishing music. Hope direct<br />
& lateral across the heart.<br />
Someone speaks of home. Other days will bounce,<br />
scatter shivers through flesh thin with happy<br />
memory. She resists departure. I allow, she<br />
denies. I look elsewhere, she follows, comments.<br />
Derides what is other, less. I’m dreaming her<br />
again. <strong>The</strong>n I dream other things. Nocturnes<br />
rush & recede about her. Still. Golden hours<br />
gone. A thousand miles from anywhere.<br />
Snow a deep wet bell for hope pliant to<br />
burrow. Hope: your face, your eyes, the blooming<br />
scent of your abyss. I love you. Everything<br />
shifts. Little lets go. Noise of nature’s morning prayers.<br />
Springtime snowstorm. Child wailing for home.<br />
Words flatten with longing, something,<br />
someone. Anywhere. You. Forlorn, I tap a wing,<br />
await a companion. Think of music’s restless crave.<br />
***<br />
57<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005