December 22

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poetry

this day was longer
than the day before it

late filtered sun
on snow-laden trees

winter is textural
rime ice and powder

everything built
upon another

cold pastiche
this punched out step

in a snowfield
an irreversible mark

sharp punctuation
but not indelible

this night this storm
will erase it

nothing lasts
not even nothing

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