every flake falls so easily
so many and each one an individual
everything it covers becomes beautiful
it’s impossible to describe these crystals
no more than fear, elegance, truth
bare as you can see
not white — blank
purity is cold — snow is warm
you can live in a house of snow
dim filtered sunlight caught, webbed
rainbow in each flake, hold out
your hand, catch them, stick out
your tongue, taste them, frozen sunbeams
roll them into snow men that burn
with a million stars through the night
A Killer And A Scholar
He had a spider web tattoo on his elbow,
a holograph of an eye on his lapel,
his complexion was smooth and uneven,
a killer and a scholar, you could tell.



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