BEAR
for Nathan
More than nine
red cloudberries
picked with honey-paws,
I prize you, Bear.
Born of the starry spoon,
keeper of the ancient sea,
your towering shape swabbed
on granite cliffs.
From an apple tree
you fell into my basket, Bear,
and never has such warm woolen awkwardness
swathed such an iron heart.
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