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The ambiguity of snow

Dog wishes, buried
in squinty sun
may never sprout

deeper dreads down
under may deface
even terror’s stun gun
before bright dawn

pours on white cloth
buffered over white
strain and shows no
blood on the collar—

but the dead ground,
bone’s crypt, dazzles,
unwinds a drape to hide
a corpse stuffed in.

 

Read a review of Window with 4 Panes, from the May 2009 issue of Chronogram magazine.