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
