← v3n1, Spring 2004
Poetry · Volume 3, Number 1

Blaze

browsing moose calves'

golden blond gambol

splay, unravel.

Frayed filaments

nipped then swallowed

travel now, transformed,

gangly moose muscle.

Bog weeds soon to be

fast under ice

ripple, sway.

Our flesh past its prime,

unsteady, quickens.

Blue blaze—

beyond any map.

More than one life-

time's gash, white bark

barked, love's deep

continent not yet

surveyed. One breath,

two. Fresh snow in the air,

not fallen.