Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Blanknesses


The snow is a perfectionist –
insists on replicating

intricately endless blankets
of itself – as if to broadcast

the reentry of an ancient
white confectionary wealth.

You huddle, quilted – warm,
indoors – head cold-sick,

pleasurably watching, feeling
blanknesses grow thick.









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1 comment:

加伦。 said...

I wish we had snow here, but I guess the rain is nice enough.
Feel better!