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Resolution

there’s a snowfield in my dreams
where tracks weave off toward winter
bare trees

I imagine leaves
buried in distant snow
I wish I had them

I’d use them like someone
else’s words

arrange them so I’d know
what I was thinking

a fire searching through books
for water

 

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in response to Dave Bonta’s “Ministry of Truth”

Published inPoems

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