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”
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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James, I just sent you a message about this one on Facebook. I love it.
Thanks, Laura. Glad you liked it. I’ll check FB.