One year ago as I slept,you slippedyour sun-fire soulinto Dolomite mountainheaven – since thenI’ve been climbing outof loss, my fingers bloodiedwith poetry tethered to the stardust your laughter left behind. You swoop in on the lip-red wings of a cardinal or poke the wind in the miraculous bodyof a dragonfly. Earlier this week,you got tangled in a spider… Continue reading Poem 176 – One Year Ago