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Sport 42: 2014
After The Snow
After The Snow
Emanating from a matt-black Pontiac,
the long barbed fuzzy buzz
of a bass note’s insolence.
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His beard is forked and matted,
his fingernails filthy.
And then there’s the stoop,
the spinal curvature.
I used to know his name
but can’t recall it now.
Though not as old as I am,
he’s been dirtied and bent and fatigued
by a lifetime of doing nothing,
a lifetime of being mad and lost and idle.
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James Galvin’s Elements.
Time and Materials by Robert Hass.
I was here in the library
the day it snowed.
Looked up, aware of subtle alteration.
Saw the broad windows full
of a silent white turmoil,
the tumble of an eerie alpine brightness.