Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Poem: "For the West"

When the death-white snow
In my front yard
Turns the same shade as the dirt,
I look to the west and weep. 

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Originally this was supposed to be part of a cycle of the four cardinal directions, but I only wrote this one. Because I leave a lot of things incomplete. It's one of my few life skills. I have issues.