Dale Edmands Poems

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The Stream (For Mark Strand)

If you stand here
long enough,
stand here
at the edge


In autumn I watch you, bear like, preparing your room
Against winter's weight. The bear, having eaten its way
To sleep, fills its cramped room with the breath of wild berry.
The snow batters its dirt walls, blankets them

Quiet Time

December, and I still love you

The sun slowly sinks over beaches
where we once walked