Blizzard Images
branches thicken into pitchforks
under a drizzle of intertwisted rollercoasters.
it's a hectic cri de cœur,
jumble of every language,
swept along in snowflake sprees.
everyone knows what is said, and what will be said,
by this indecipherable jeremiad of gusts;
of rapturous February linens,
cerements which unravel even as they are stitched.
this sort of cerecloth doesn’t care
about the curse of omens borne in its ghostly slip.
is it mere luck that such nude monsters disperse
as soon as they howl?
that none of them flies long enough to exist?
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5/28/24 ...
Original title, Blizzard
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