Friday, January 17, 2014

Snow Secret

The snow like a balm
blanketing, quieting
wanting

An incomplete dragon
intermittent, young
uncertain

Raising itself as if
on a leash
to elegy


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In memory of S.M. (1996-2014)
[From a memory of the beginning of Silas Marner.]


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