In the half-dark: branches and twigs, statues,
cobbled walks stenciled with snow— Always,
the way half-known, half-erased. Purpose,
the key simply waiting its turn in the lock.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
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ARDENT WISH
That night will come, fully felt, indelible,
there will be no key to turn on the door:
it was always with me in my breastpocket
where it is easy enough to feel, the throbs
underneath it urging me to take the path
home where you said my stenciled footsteps
can still be traced even with the early snow
on the cobble stones. I shall retrace them.
—Albert B. Casuga
12-31-11
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“Ardent Wish” is also reposted in http://ambitsgambit.blogspot.com/2011/12/two-poems-for-new-year-2012-bma.html
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I really like this.
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:) Happy 2012, Dale!