Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Hemingway in Reverse


she used ice as a sheet for her bed

when the ground gets
cold and trees are static
wings of air move with magnetic force
a breeze through the U curvature of a bridge's bottom

the cabin is empty now, doors are broken and the
windows are a thin glass like paper

old wood, stained by rain, snow, bats in the ceiling

inside a broken piano, strings detune by cold fingers

frozen smoke billows to a wispy sky
a nomad retreats, a prince from the east falls

the sun is a satellite is a moon is a star
a plant grows towards warmth, roots spread out
the snow, a cold shroud, surprisingly bright

reflection eternal
left down winter lane
the space between two worlds