A Cargo of Green Hearts
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I am thinking about the vocation
of snow, the cold laundry attendant tasked with bleaching creation how the small fingered snowflakes knuckle into rolling white blankets as if to make whole the land we have gouged with our machines as if to silence our bee-voices and dull the daggered corners. to think one might press an ear to the frigid window and hear a voice, like static at first, subtle as the footfall of millipedes then after hours of listening making sense at last of the sky singing softly to each flake the secrets of falling without screaming of landing without a sound as if having been and always belonged right there. Comments are closed.
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