#snowblanked

#snowblanked

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The garden
The Earth’s crust
is the strongest roof
which gives me hope
for the future of space travel

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Silly weeds of water I
Glowing in the ashes, she is on fire,
running from autumn, and not
interested in your stories.
You beg her to stay.

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The river that raises day
An inebriated river
intrudes on the winter
the river that raises day
I’m drawn to the twisted form
of a perfect architecture
that comforts and persuades
to motion either there
or then as regards photography
never to meet the eyes
the winter the sun slept in

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In a volatile sail loft
I imagine sleeping
in a volatile sail loft

as an exercise in phobonikia

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Silly weeds of water II
One sits serene feeding the cat,
you think, she must be
winter, but the cantaloupes in
her parlor are a
confused relic.

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Rumpled plaster cloth
I hold you to impossible gravities
of a million sources, shading
Inform our disinterest, our
blind-eye passing to the nude

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Crystalline
I once was here
and only often since have
filled the same hole
in this universe
At once I was here
chose fiction over decision
for the effect of fantasy
and prescription
Physics forbids us to
both be here
We defy physics
like Jello upside in
a snack cup down
the sound
of Jello upside
in a snack cup down

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Winter pastoral
At church on a Sunday
confronting shadows
which are only associations
of an old misconception
a mountain called the
last of the old guard

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Silly weeds of water III
Quiet times.
Primed, primped times whispers
her secret sangria recipe behind
her back, let’s be honest,
you’ll drink straight wine and
reminisce the perfect balance
of her shoulders.

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