Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Lines Written in Snow


You begin beginning
flowers and mountains
land, lakes, and streams
shoulders shrugging
off the loss of understanding

I punctuate the coming
just in case
the details that one may pick up
sounds like kissing wax paper

Wheels perfectly imitating,
even the sun the light house reflections
The singer singing the words
You begin beginning.


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