elliot r. wolfson

on one foot dancing

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fetch the harp
hung on rope
bound to goat
in poet’s throat
summoning will
from listless hill
where time is naught
but time to kill
this midnight sun
falling like snow
faintly aglow
rising like smoke
on tears he stoke
from lies she spoke
to invoke chance
doomed to circumstance
determined by greed
that need the seed
to shed its pelt
indolently felt
as scalpel scrape
hunger for death
hedged in heart
trembling like leaf
in autumn turn
saturn's light burn
with taunt of thorn
to rose blistering
between dark of dusk
and dark of dawn

denali national park
21 july 2006

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