that you showed up here, Ilona, carrying
dreams of your own -

spirit, details of life cast aside
the equibalance of change

come, bring your bread, pace slowly
past the moans of the chained

to kiss her, over and over
every significance has to be sent on its way

pictures of old, sudden urge to cut herself
out, carry only heather, faded cloudscape

a measure: the time spent agonizing
over whether to breathe in our out

the scissors tracing the leeway
childhood turns to token turns to fog

and then they recombined, droplets
of distance to form your eyes

paling bones     the oxen kept
from the pail

for the length of our conversation
the defibrillator keeps hanging on the wall

the walkways might stray from us
stop for no reason

where churches would rise and be roofed
in copper, still blushing copper

I look her in the
bilberry sprigs beset by the storm -