Snowy

[Aish]

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On Monday morning she brought me tea
well-stirred, no hint of honey, but
the tang of gum smoked to my fingertips Delicious line.
as they drummed high country hoofbeats so visceral - a mundane tapping spun to gold
in snowtime dreaming.

There are words, secret echoes, Lovely strophe.
that only a melting river knows.

I heard, leftwards, a breast open to
shadows. I have no eyes for tender glances,
coy silk bouncing from kindled wicks, This is currently the loveliest thing I've read all day
petals soft and insipid on the stoop.

On Mondays I drink my tea
and stare directly into the sun.