Wednesday, November 19, 2014

UPDATED: How the wind catches

UPDATED: Inserted a line to designate a new stanza.

In which we gain perspective on our day

The wind catches

How the wind catches
snow off a roof
and tosses it.
The thin flurry, the
gray, everywhere.
Ice on the edges.
Wearing cold like
a hair shirt.

He kneels in the sand,
an unseeing son.
The blade. The way
the wind catches the desert,
sky obscured.
Blood on the edges.
Wearing death like
a savior.

We're all too often

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