To approach
the landscape of spirit,
choose the bone
of attention’s
treacherous blossom.
Serve the tricky ceremony
of exhalation.
Emerge from the fertile nothing
of winter’s bed
and disperse the season’s
messages—
a lace of everything,
a margin of crows and roses,
sinuous,
sharp,
and inseparable.
--lks 2011
"a margin of crows and roses"
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