the slippery steps to phantom home,
a block of grey sky, a concrete tub, basement-size
rinsed of sodden bits and charred queries...
falling away
the back garden inviolate
concurs the temple steps, the dark mounting
wet and dense with winter's mulch...
last fall's fire
"between needs
breath's space"**
[*o cadoiro is the title of a book of poems by Erin MOURE, 2007... in Galician "o cadoiro " means the place where falling is made]
[**selected lines from the end of the book]
[the above two verses are mine]
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