Snow Melt
what mean passion slew a serene heart
which swelled as brave as Pegasus?
must contours weep to evict smooth muscles
for irascible nettles,
those long-dead scarecrows
viscid with sludge?
the ashen, shrunken sun,
do embers of regret
rage in its spears?
or does the snow
flee on its own devices,
tired of the envy of clouds?
raptures faraway, closer to heaven?
similar, yes, to the beauty of the snow
save for the constancy they shed
to fly.
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7/30 ... heavy rework
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