wordweeds

Snow lies upon
tries to cover

whiten our desire.
Desire becomes

only more pronounced
stark red grove

reaching, sagging
wet weight, all

else erased. Even sky.
I, too, have watched it

disappear only to find it
widen inside.

2010/2012

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