green as Moss

headed a light in the sky
blooms tiny as the lady’s, the saint’s wee
flowers pushing the dry earth
against itself cracking
ground i count grace

we walk a long while,
pass three oaks all
of us carrying candles lit
by her flame we walk a
long mile under the grey
gyres of sky
the blossoming ice
veins of
poems pour down

it is cold on the beach,
even though inland there’s a
balm if you stand in the sun
50 degrees in sustained february sea
wind feels more 30-something
on mid-winter proper i
walk a long while, light as gold
white vapor of salt and glistening
silt is long long as silt and sand
are mountainous are
light i walk a long
mile

it is almost night, rivulets
in the sand run purple black
as it is balm like near dawn
dew glow like pen runs we eat
together but first
sting of nor-easter
wind red on our face
this is not sun yet before

we eat we walk
all the same, a long curtained
while in down and long
overcoats under hats hair
matted down we walk on
we walk a long mile we walk
along, awhile
walk a long mile

we walk, i
walk a mile

green headed force of forest moss

light as tiny flowers move we

walk

a
long
mile

come