Canto CLVIII

I love the way that snowfall swallows sound
as I set out to garner our supplies,
a eucharistic sheet on local ground

disguising where dogshit and dogends lie.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Feb 05, 2012 @ 10:10:41

    It was all going so well for the first three lines…
    but then came the dark under current.

    I bet you never own a dig.

    Reply

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