Some more free verse. Woo.
Drift
my sister turns under the streetlamp
and she is dotted with snowflakes
as if someone was gently erasing her
it tastes good, she says
the world has shrunk to fit this little scene
the envelope of hush and sweep
it was this time last year I met you
and stayed up late to keep you company
when you worked the nightshift
and we were both untouched in love
and anger
3 comments:
Snowdrops can erase us, it's true.
We come back after they melt, which is perversely cool. :)
I enjoyed reading your poem. The snowflakes being like an eraser is striking and (best of all) it works.
I think the first verse is a real cracker. I like it unreservedly, but the second doesn't seem to take it on. Almost, it is another poem.
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