Wife Poem

you have heard this
is all accidental

dust and time and pressure
bound to boil

collide on axis
creating it all

but I say the way
I plug into you   so perfect

a stone in its socket
in the cut bank

the water song   the sun
in the cottonwood bending

low   a heron
hitched on one leg

the balance is too great

so I hold my breath
and keep still

trying not to topple

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