Wednesday, December 24, 2008

This Morning

Sparks beneath plow truck as it passed on the left,
Heat of hands pushing polls into snow,
Beautiful, ominous, marble slate sky,
Crackly orange leaves hanging on old oak trees,
Breath in the chest by the top of the slope,
Toward untouchable expanse of mountain and lake,
And quietude in the thick of it.

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