THIS IS DEATH

Libby Scheier
From:   The Larger Life.

                                hiding
in small velvet petals
in the lime of salt streams near the sea
in the undiscovered crevices of the body

its waves break white like sheets in the wind
redthroated birds lie
spread-winged at the foam's edge
it holds the slippery cycles, the hasty
renewal of life in the seasons
its cool rays of light attach
to the bodies of lizards and
the small leaves of April
it circles about, gathering pieces
of landscape, rocking back and forth
against the sky

love pares out the extra things
and hides them in a seedbed of pebbles

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