Drifted from sand to snow
So far I went my face froze
Beryllium die repeated in a shatter of ice
Gaunt verticals in a turn-of-the-century cushion
Brown rubbings on a ceaseless float
Thud stricken canopy of limbs
Peripheries melded into scenes of the Hudson
Frames deep enough for a coffee cup
Encaustic drip of the eternally unrealized

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jennifer
pilch