snow is falling on the sidewalk

[ snow is falling on the sidewalk ]

resound like a storm which is
so
purposefully gentle

even the sky is being sent
and sent and sent in a great sensual blank

at your careless touch
a string of pearls
on the grey heights

we have watched the blue lake and grass

other times
we would enjoy walking endlessly

down
the spreading path--away from the

hillside into the fray--
we thrust ourselves

upon
dreads of grass

now the room
is
completely grey
with a white ceiling

I am near, like clouds
of random nights

to the still-frigid light

the ground
surrenders     soon cloaked in snow
lust that's deep as a neck
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