Snow Images
branches
thicken into pitchforks under a drizzle of rollercoasters.
a hectic creole,
jumble of every language,
swept into a snowflake decree.
no one deciphers it,
but everyone knows what is said,
and what will be said,
by this jeremiad of February.
gusts
of unraveling linen weave garments that tear,
even as they are stitched.
the sort of cerecloth that doesn’t care
about the curse of omens
born and disintegrated in its wrestling slip.
is it mere luck
that the nude monsters disperse as soon as they howl?
that none of them flies long enough
to exist?
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Original title, Blizzard