LUBA HALICKI

©Luba Halicki 1999

truth

We tune ourselves
to one another.
Bound frailty.

holiness

Attendance
waiting with,
waiting on.
I was aware of time
flowing in the room;
I sat with you
in silence
as one would
with a painting.

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december

The weight of water on the white paper
making it too heavy to disappear
the child’s fingers wider with
anticipation of his future growth
you have to be careful of the sun
it falls so easily in December

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The sky built heavy with snow
fallen apple fallen tree
an automatic seatbelt that fell
across as she kissed me
into the car

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Caught winter walleye do not want to be
thrown back they want to feel
the end; curious about air

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The snow barely fell but so big
and floating; cold air
butterflies meandering
through the backyards

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The moon, a narcissus behind the curtain
the light from the star is already dead
by the time you come

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My tongue burnt from milk,
I lay in bed watching you
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Quietly the sheets of ice move up and down.
Together in the lake singing bright slumber,
together in the lake. To see the light
against weak of the moving and the still
to walk at the edge of the jetty alone
unable to distinguish what lies underneath
the snow on either side until the definition of deep
sides make it plain that I had woken up across
this ice covered path to the edge
seeing the world below as small as rock
climb’s space with no one to belay.

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I watched birds waking up in the morning,
A dog barking for a ball of snow

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