poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Thursday, January 3, 2013

Bear Dance


Horses can smell woodsmoke, can hear your heartbeat,
blood persistently sets the pace,
and some animals have always lived with people. Call the dogs in,
tonight the bears will dance.

Blood persistently sets the pace
for the new year. Fewer bats than last year, dear blind bats.
Tonight the bears will dance,
to the music they’ve wrung from the seasons, like children singing carols

for the new year.  Fewer bats than last year, dear blind bats.
At midnight the bears make a circle, coordinating swipes and steps
to the music they’ve wrung from the seasons, like children singing carols.
Forgetfulness the fruit. We drink the champagne of amnesia at midnight.

Horses can smell woodsmoke, can hear your heartbeat,
and some people have always lived with animals. Call the dogs in.

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