snow flies
air high
with each slow graceful launch of slinking arms
muscles jumping under the winter coats
wrestle each other off the road
as if late nights and meters of powder can effortlessly erase within seconds
the composure of our almost adulthood, so tenuously crafted and maintained. Continue reading Sharp
when the morning stars sang together who shut in the sea with doors when it burst forth from the womb? when I made the clouds its garment and thick darkness its swaddling clothes and prescribed limits for it and set bars and doors and said, “Thus far shall you come, and no farther, and here shall your proud waves be stayed”? Does the dawn know … Continue reading Job
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