eclipse Posted December 29, 2016 Share Posted December 29, 2016 The day is like a camel waking withthe moon still on display, the few raysof sunshine carried on trays down spiralstaircases intimated in winter mists. Awatch is attached to a bloody wrist everyChristmas day, I have been for years tryingto find footprints in a an hourglass filled withsnow. Disparate snowflakes rest on boughs,snow is the alarm of the clock of the treesbeing announcing winters arrival and the familiarpull of history's catheter as sources are gathered.old modes dripped. I see a pair of antlers trappedin ice, holding but not gripping the sun, can handsfrom a cross reach a bloody watch hung betweenthe sun and moon, to correct the time?-he lefthand-prints in clouds to high to reach misty staircases,perhaps flakes are his frozen tears. I arrive home assolstice nears, a blackbird has left imprints on an oldsuitcase packed with snow in a garden that hints at thecalm of a millennium all cried out. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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