I
trudged and I heaved,
crossed-country for time
in the snow-view rom.
Vinegar in the cauliflower.
Sophie behind the wheel.
I took up the ghost hands and danced
for a basket of minutes, lay back
on the braid rug to try my luck
at the the wood knots again:
faces eyes question marks weapons
a horse head with a single tear
little snow buds
dotting the branches
outside.
crossed-country for time
in the snow-view rom.
Vinegar in the cauliflower.
Sophie behind the wheel.
I took up the ghost hands and danced
for a basket of minutes, lay back
on the braid rug to try my luck
at the the wood knots again:
faces eyes question marks weapons
a horse head with a single tear
little snow buds
dotting the branches
outside.
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