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Revisiting a burial (a poem by Taylor Graham)

Beyond Bliss

avalanche training near Bliss State Park


We’ll just drive past. No need to find

the trail recalling January years ago.

It’s June, our old search dogs are dead

as the snows of yesteryear.

No need to find the spot we stood

bundled for adventure; the rote

survival stats, air pockets, triangulation –

burying each other under snow –

just for practice:

learning to read our dogs,

to dig the buried back to life. Stunning,

lovely snow. So cold, the lake so far below.

Daylight turned everything blue.

You volunteered

to be buried, our dogs rescued you

cold, shaky but grinning; alive.

I imagined our clearing slipping downslope

as brief winter sun does, to dark.

We don’t need to find the place

again, we’ll drive on by. Remember how

sun glanced, a slanted, many-bladed sword

turning the white of snow other-worldly.

All the colors of this world.


~ Taylor Graham


from Windows of Time and Place (www.coldriverpress.org)

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