Snow Cycles
The snow that tickled our
brown-shingled roofs
last night is
the same snow
that
feathered down between
the (sharp) blades of grass
in the German
countryside
a century or so ago
that very same snow
covered, cooled
blood
shell-spilling from
poor farmboys
lying on that grass
next to canteens
bibles and
memories of Shawnee, Oklahoma
looking up at the heavens
without
blinking.
* * *
The snow that glided atop
our windows, windshields
just last night is
the same snow that
killed crops
soured spirits
transformed the
American dream
into a frozen molecular
nightmare
nearly a century ago
that
very
same snow
devoured all the pennies
from Wall Street to the
breezy Pacific coast.
* * *
The snow that
kissed our bodies
last night
is the same snow
that was salted
on the highways
that was salted
by your tears
when I said
we were one person
one entity so
let's be free
together
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had to make some changes to the last one. i was too tired to format it last night.
ReplyDeletealso, i have memories of shawnee, ok.
also, let's hang out.
Andrew, I really really like this. :)
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