(late) work in progress wednesday #17

under a snow spell

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Under a snow spell

the mountaineer hikes all winter long
sun bores the boardman	to the man of the sweet north country I belong		

all winter
been playing his case up
man kneels before the glade and says
church is a place he takes us 
stays for days and plays 
hide and seek with the sun 
running but never on the run

when he sleeps I freeze
man of the backcountry deep
he’ll never know what’s broken 
unless the chasm cracks in me

the ice snaps

on another doomed morning        I might voice the death trap 
say 	it’s true           always be the poison sap 
just the stupid grass
that unwanted spring 		come at last
a superbloom forever dashed 
and all my east coast skies 		I asked		I tried

all night	I thrash	
I write 		
and make my insides	 laugh			and hide	

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