In Me as the Swans
Leslie Williams
Not embittered
even while freezing
to the ice of their own lakes.
The night I was leaving for Madrid
into the noisy party a dazzling
friend-of-a-friend walked in: I want so much
(as a couple of kids on the dance floor want)
to slow the tempo, hold there longer,
to feel that seedly longing
to be pressed into the soil,
or that
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