the spell of snow

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the spell of snow

candles lit and unlit, a holding

cut & down, corners and comforters

with music forever piped

with curtains pulled back in a room

an altar to death and one asking

for love, the same tragic sorrow

compulsively repeated,

gayatri mantra, holy mother

now! it is suddenly a surprise

break my body or was i

mistaken? it was bread, it has always

been bread: what i bring with

polished blood. you are

the other, you are

white and delicate and drifting

a fragment expelled,

a chattering blanket

now! it is suddenly a surprise

how childlike we become

sturdy and cold and innocent

you are not afraid to fall

you are the softness

landing upon rooftops and squirrels

not the frozen car locks

not the icicle fingers

the layer of snow breaks the day

now! it is suddenly a surprise

the spell of death broken

with death. it had been planned

through lifetimes, it seemed, seamless.

this snow, i mean, this first

open mouth of a wide certain month.

graceful the pages blankly drift

scattered, mysterious & most importantly

sweetly, like a friend.

the snow has spelled it's name backwards

forwards and with delight

so now we've won, all sown and stitched

together, this is what it means

now! it is suddenly a surprise

to be whole

12.9.12