< winter guest >
ray heinrich
moving
as it does
the sea ice
its gray fragile tons
and in the wind
the salt taste
of its dust
this sea
with its tides
cannot freeze true
always opening and closing
don’t step out there
but soon enough
the steps
become a mile
and the shore
there is no shore
just a border
to the sky
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-from the movie “winter visitor”
