Poetry • by Joanne Arnott • 1

Poetry by Joanne Arnott February (on “March”) for Daniel David Moses The poet draws me along on his walk in the world, he unspools his observations to me easily, and I respond to his words by waking up to a shared world. His breath calls mine to awareness, his light so specific I see it myself, drawing forth from memory that particular shine. His narration and mine walk together, as our worlds begin to stir beneath remembered weight of winter days, nights, coats, rituals. A dear friend piling images so tenderly.    [  >>>>>   FORWARD   ]   + [Distillate © HA&L + Joanne Arnott {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]