21 January 2009

off the cuff poem about snow

blue bridges reach across wintry rivers to white canvasses
erased cities sleep for the moment they are reimagined

for a moment i almost let the snow erase me too
but there are tracks to follow and footprints to make

The opening image comes from a walk where I saw this picture:

The rest... off the cuff could also equal "out of my ass."

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