I shoveled snow
light as feathers
like a man adrift
in a sea of down
and coming in
found my pocket
was full of snow
I shoveled snow
light as feathers
like a man adrift
in a sea of down
and coming in
found my pocket
was full of snow
cooking an alchemy
of disparate bits of flavor
into something new
the goal
to make poems
in this way
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birds’ footprints
wingtips on snow
are a strange calligraphy
I wish to read
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there is truth
within cliche
mind’s eye is limited
by all this
uncertainty
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snow soft in flightless fall
I can count each flake
for now
simple tasks become meaningful
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squirrels have stripped the bark
from branches long bare
in long rows, pockmarked
dust settles uneven
in places left untouched
how long before the random looks
deliberate?
impatience hounds a person
I saw it tug at the woman’s sleeve
blow into her ear
and kick at her feet
she left
and I was next in line
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how long did it take to make
the spider’s web
that caught on my collar
as if it were waiting for me
all along?
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the christmas tree suckles the snowbank
it’s shadow is blue
winter paints with it’s own palette
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january
the moon swung a bit
wide
–
february
I noticed our reflections
in the stars
and tried not to look
–
march
I tried juxtaposition
–
april
there were times
when april
ceased to be
–
may
aster in morning
paintbrush in sunset
simple sky
–
june
I tried getting close
–
july
I felt far away
–
august
angles to try
–
september
a million envelopes
sealed
–
october
there was fog
–
november
taught me how to see light
–
december
taught me to wait
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