Sunday, December 5, 2010

November Selections 1 & 2

first snow of winter
candles light up every room--
hydro's out again

--Peter Levitt

The Friends You Lose

They float in photographs
like embryos
in reverse
shrinking, becoming daily more fantastical,
doubtful, imaginary.

Like death, it seems impossible.

Where a river divides, rocky water roars tumult.
Go ahead, paddle:
you might slip alive down that,
but you'll never get back up it.

The dream-embryo friend is floating
far away down the other stream,
and even if the water were silent,
would not hear you
over the roaring.

--Deanna Hopper

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