On a furling bolt of vapor
In light draped on the river ,
we fall in love from elsewhere,
and fit our alabaster shells together.
Now with power over human bodies
we curl away from youth like cooling ferns.
The green hills are farther run,
the leaves more crisply done.
They fly to us, our fingers
interlaced under an unending sun.
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EDWARD HARSEN WORKS IN NEW ENGLAND AND the Mid Atlantic, where he manages commercial properties. Edward spent fifteen years in the printing trade, during which time he worked for Street Magazine and Street Press. His poetry has been published by Long Island Press, Birnham Woods Graphics, Wood Coin and Street Press. He has also written several white papers on contract management. He lives in Valatie, NY, with his wife Jeanine and two children, Johnathan and Sebastian.
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