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This is wonderful. I especially love

"our banter hanging

bright and loose

in the air behind us."

We walk often in this huge rambling Victorian cemetery nearby and I often have that sense in winter of passing through a frozen world and leaving behind tracks and laughter. You captured it so beautifully.

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That stanza stuck out to me as well. Love the way it transforms a simple conservation between friends into something precious.

"bright and loose" really gives a sense of ease along with giving a hint about what kind of relationship is there.

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Thank you, Tara! That line is the image that inspired the poem, so I’m glad it connected with you. And I love a good Victorian cemetery! Must be a poet thing. 😊

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"A lot of my poetry grapples with the complexity of experiencing infinite beauty in finite time, from within a mortal body. I’m often trying to capture a beautiful moment before it slips away, but gently"

I really felt this, in a lot of your writing and in this poem. I've been experimenting with this myself with taking small innocuous moments and expanding them into vignettes through poetry. Easier said than done but I think this poem is a nice blue print I'll revisit the next time the subject matter isn't world ending.

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Thanks, Daniel! I appreciate the comment.

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No problem Adam, thank you for delivering consistent quality work! It always gives me plenty of inspiration to draw from.

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