un de fine able / land scape

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the snow / doesn't stop fall ing

fine mist of / silver dust float ing on
minus 10 / / & damn / it's cold a gain
& damn / the ground is gone from sight
a gain / /


a foot of snow over night / & very earth
i walk up on / dis solves / in to

my hands are cold





i stand out side to smoke / & hear
no thing / all sound soak ed up in
to the white / & i wonder
if the trees are cold



& i try to picture them / when the thaw comes
& every little branch / every needle / drips melt


but that's not to day / nor is it / to night

there is some thing to be said a bout
this side of the sun / how cold it is
how / un for give ing / /






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