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In March
- Cape Elizabeth, ME 04107 Requests for Reprints: Walden S. Morton, 387 Mitchell Road, Cape Elizabeth, ME 04107
I
In the chill early evening
cars dodge potholes and frost heaves
dragging their tails home
behind burnt-out headlights
in March.
House pets do the in and out dance
at the doors, after all day asleep.
Stones sit submerged in newly heated holes.
They melt craters in the blank face of mud
over everything-
in March.
Rime ice releases its crystalline clutch.
Feet sound like molars pulled out of a jaw.
Angular shards yield to the roundness of footprints.
Boots meet earth in a sloppy kiss,
and walking becomes a compensatory ice polka.
Trees shed joints, arms, bark
eased away by emerging calyx.
Pushing and shoving makes its own music
in March.
New again
Old still
hard soft
March.
II
We drive together in your cosy car cocoon
through this rich violent nightscape
to see the pale beams of the lighthouse.
finger the fog.
Five streams of light flow out to the sea
answered by the gutteral groans of foghorns
at the bay's entrance.
I turn to you, vibrating with the struggle
between light and dark
winter and spring
beginning and ending
love and loss
in March-
To find you standing in silence
bewitched by the light cast so gatheringly
over the noisy sea.
We hold the brightness between us
on our way home,
to curl toward one another
in the warm dry bed.
My fingers sing songs of spring over your back.
The peace of beginning
settles over us.
The sharp anxiousness of new
melts like the wet ice outside.
I love loving you
in this now, this new,
in March.
Walden S. Morton
Cape Elizabeth, ME 04107
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