Losna (Winter) – Will Vigar

From beside a sun-
paled bridge – enamel
petals falling, brickle
and bleached – I watch
the mounting satellite –
 
wan-creeping
above bitter horizon –
over looking-glass
spatters of rheumy
phosphorescence.
 
Numb and buoyant
in brittle air
I place a foot on
the echo-sheen lake
and walk to meet
 
the moon.

Poem and Photograph - Will Vigar

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