(Charm at Lughnasa)
knees scour on rock
robes scrub thin
inch by inch we climb
do not avoid the pebble
do not shun
thorned twig
we climb
from foot of shore
to crown of hill
here well up
born of ember dropped
from uncharred skirt
pure sweet waters
(seen sometimes by chance
never found when sought)
glittering eyes dance
on skimming wet
we circle winking smiling pool
celebrate harvest
cheer fallen corn
kiss fertile ground
on earth-rasped
deep devoted
heart sated
well enraptured
want-extinguished
knees
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