Musk

Musk

Musk must rise from my throat
To signal to my infant Grandson:
Grandma’s arms: your cradle.

Musk must sing-waft
Through the rink:
Swirling with my roller dance.

Musk must warm
The candle flame
That lights your skin aglow.
Chiaroscuro!

Jeanne Poland

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