Monday, January 06, 2014

POEM: This Wild Daylight

 is unlike any other.

It is lizard-like
Squirms over frozen field.
It is the texture of talcum powder.
Things are tracked.
Footprints identified.
Directions discerned.
It enters lungs on every inhale.

It is a new year and day burns
It is the kindling past
that smells like charcoal.
warming us.


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