Thursday, January 6, 2005

Untitled (Wintry Poem)

With concerted effort
the desert sky
can 
cough up
a few snowflakes
that are quickly
swallowed
by the thirsty earth.
But here,
a casual sky
spits
-- bleeds --
snow.
Even the air
sweats 
snowflakes that multiply like bacteria,
colonizing the ground
in no time.
It’s very gratifying.

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