Bolts of Light

.
the Sami have a hundred words for snow
I have few
many rivers flow

I know the bite of my own bark
toothless as a frog upon a stone
I croak across my pond, the sun
first spark, setting ember
knows what I’ve known
(maybe better)
is on to what I remember,
seen it all, collecting as it burns
it tells what is shown
fastening with bolts of light
all love I never tendered.
..

Jim Culleny
3/3/12

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