She’s dancing in the snow,
Don’t know which way to go.
A rose with poppy blood
And a maddening strut.
With eyes that can’t follow
Anything short of a dollar.
With feet that all but holler
And limbs that sway so somber.
I wonder who’s got her
Wearing that heroine collar.
songbirds heard
over warehouse fans…
unwelcome visitors
and we sing
we drink
love
and shiver in snow.
there was shame
where songbirds
needn’t know.
In the lofty mist
Of a white day,
Notes of oud
Tethered a snowy billow,
Parting a will to rest.
An earthly warmth
Was not ready,
And yet he pleaded
With fingers
That could not pray.
What if a thought, perhaps a few,
In every snowflake that fell for you,
Where to chime in its own way?
They all would, though indifferently…
Theirs is not a frosty hymn.
I know they came from a warmer spring.
Past the mountains in unknown groves,
A sun implored them… and now lets go.
Before my eyes settle to skies
And aimless wishes fall to dreams
I gaze across the cotton miles
And milky way shimmering streams.
I’d like to think there are those who
Have known rest on a cloud or two…
And close the curtains with this thought
Pretending to be, of those aloft.
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