Trap a white ermine. Scatter salt
on the snow. Its tongue will freeze fast.
Use its pelt for your pillow.Draw a deer to its death to blanket
your bed. Put salt-licks in the forest.
Wait with your bow.Catch a wild songbird. Sprinkle salt
on its tail. Cage the bird in your bedroom
to sing you to sleep.Hold fast to a woman. Taste the salt
on her skin. Leave your sea scent behind
when you go.
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@WATERMARK |A Poet's Notebook
- Disclaimer
Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.
In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.
It is likely to be -- it is best if it is -- a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.
A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think -- but it is not necessarily biographical.
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