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Coming Snow
Apples, in the yard,unbitten, frostbitten.Cigarette, on the porch,cradled, climbing, curling;a tiny house on fire.Clouds still flowering whiteat night,cold and buoyant.I recall the coming snow,the sharp tempest,try to forget Mexico;turquoise and Saltillo tile,bright pop of papayaon the tongue.~
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Winter Light
It stays awhile, an unwanted guest,stark and angular, bright but starved,light long extinguished like a star.Square boxes of it linger in the halls,checkering the pine floorswith coming snow.Rectangles paint the kitchen stone,whitening my hands as I halve potatoesand halve them again.In the bedroom,its grassy shadows, its thin gray rootsgrow between wooden slats.They play over his…
Juniper Laine 