| Genevieve Kaplan
The landscape
The snow mixes with dirt (exhaust)
and burns slush to ice to snow again.
By the side of the road.
Makes a mess of it.
The ice storm
And when the train blew by against a keel
of wind. That was Wednesday.
The landscape
You fell twice
to prove it was real.
The dogs kept
barking.
Every time I'm alive
we see something beautiful. The mountains
at your back.
The forest and the trees
Stop the dust, the damage, everything
that blows in.
The ice storm
The brilliance
could not have mattered.
Who cares
where the breeze lies
(at last).
The fog will blow in at just the right instant.
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