Poetry by Jael
by jael bietsch

I knew something about my beginning,
rocking around peeling Birch,
digging into the moss,
juice-purple berries on the road,
pine-tar stuck to my sole.

I knew every stones' place in the lake,
every memory placed in my life
meant something to my place, somehow,
as words now place my meaning . . .

Far and away from the lake,
searching some part of my breath
and death in shadow-blue snow.

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