Tag Archives: winter

at the border

The customs officer is bored and in a hurry fog and scattered snowflakes fill the empty sky the woods the road he sends us through hardly looking at us My wife releases her grip the receipts passport justifications flutter to … Continue reading

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Tilting at snowfall (revised again)

Snow soon howls down wind carved broken moon sky cowled Queen glares knight lash armour tight wool cinch hoarse throat lungs bellow arsenal fire chant valedictory oath brave eye-spitting cold mount white walls warrior launch wide blade imperial charge screaming … Continue reading

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How many springs

How many springs this winter do you think we’ve had? Endless ends to winter drive a poet mad. Was there really a robin nesting yesterday? Somebody said he saw it, but it flew away. When does the edge of winter … Continue reading

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