Something Different (While I Work on the Next Chapter)

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It’s still snowing.
I’m glad.

I hope it keeps on snowing
Tonight
Tomorrow
Next week, all month
The next millennium or two
Snowing
Up to the moon,
Up to where
Sirius bounds bright tongue lolling
In his course through the white

I hope it snows
Till the rock cry in me
Sleeps tight and forgotten beneath

So even the white rabbit
Making dim white tracks
Cannot smell the stink
With his wrinkled nose

(12/85)

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