Durga, 12

​I must live where
the bones of the earth
show must be not far
from the silver breath
of the sea where
the weather is drunkard
and unpredictable
I don't wish to rest
and lie down on 
pavement, I want to 
feel the angular miles
and the drip of branches 
and name stars in
the wrecking frost.
I think of everything 
I gave up for the land:
a good life, a normal heart. 
no one knows my name--
but the trees, thousands 
of them, stand by me. 
it is right, Durga
it is better this way;
the justice of bears
a purer cruelty; 
the crown of red leaves
fits.
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