Thursday, January 30, 2014

WHEN THE COLD COATS EACH TWIG

Who brings in the dog when the cold coats each twig?
Who promises a clear view from the mountain’s crest?
Unsmeared, proportioned
Glimpse of a better day held
Back because whose vision
Bifocal or trifocal
Can make out a single
Symbol among the day’s
Ort, scraped to the side
Of a plate and tossed out
The door, down the steps,
And along the mole dug

Earth caved in from the dog’s foot.

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