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Winter Poem # 1 (the cloaked woman)
On this first day of
snow staying on the ground,
even though it is nothing but
a gently, homey, stay-inside feeling
I know sometime I’ll remember it as our first snowdown together.
The smell of someone smoking inside
and the shutness
of windows.
The cloaked woman came out tonight.
Winter Poem # 2
Styrofoam snow pellets
in a world without air.
Lavender sky turns peach salmon.
Metallic snow filling up the sky,
cotton in tree forks.
Thick silver step-pressings
everywhere.
