“But life is long. And it is the long run that balances the short flare of interest and passion.” - Sylvia Plath

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0725.2011

I must hurry through the trees
That line the valley several kilometers ahead
And go even further into the dark, under
A moon that is hung in the shadow of myself,
And I must remember the light
That was elliptical in me as a younger woman,
That when another button comes undone
Or loose end unties while undressing itself,
I will have forgot everything again
And will have been naked sometime
As the rest of the world hides its
Ideas and imagination (thinking them
Important and of some use)
Half expecting them to be soiled in the light’s exposure,
(As if they are worthy of ruin)






Marni C.M. Fraser