Scarf Daughter

black and white:
I made it
you wear it
sometimes

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I don’t know how to feel only
the hands keep working
regardless
you hate the cold
we text about weather
the sun slowly moves now
across an ocean
we keep the same hours

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we stood on that castle hill
sheep scattered below
dog racing slant impossible
angles everything else
insignificantly small

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from the earth this chain
of lands, hands, shearers
spinners, makers
green grazing
storm sky
growling
wear that distant sun-root
with your attitude

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love is not in the saying
and not in the doing
then where? the heart only
a physical thing
blood beating regardless

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it’s called infinity
but of course
there is beginning and end
seamed together
with trust it won’t unravel