Tim Craven



so we choose to remember
some earlier version
when you were ablaze

and caught red-handed
stretched and striving
collecting all you thought

you were owed or further back
before the cognac glow
and the inexplicable temper

before the new claws of winter
began to show themselves
and before the pale creep of dusk

which has always loomed
but now feels bigger
and is getting bigger still


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