glow like
stars of lace,
heavy snow
clotting on boughs.
I couldn't sleep,
the sweet white
floating up
stairs pulled me
back to the
cove of an
old lover's
arms deep in
such white
dripping branches,
white petals
on slopes of
skin, lips
studding Tuesday
with jewels
in the sweet
grass, locked
like antlers


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