You left for some time
ages ago
long enough to haunt,
long enough for everything
loud and living
to sink into itself,
a cavity beneath waves…

but I’m OK now—
day drinking with Nemesis
laboring rust and dirt,
I lie with your bones
and start fires at night.

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Deep in a forest 
the world is quiet and dead;
newborn icicles.

© Nancy Botta, 2023

Cool splashing water
rinses off bruised apricots;
finally, the sun.

©Nancy Botta, 2023

The fog drifts around
formless and weeping all day;
June is drunk again.

© Nancy Botta, 2023