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Cemetery View

Tue Jan 22nd, 2019

Sleet nestling on stone walls.

Sleet whips gray air,

crackles window pane,

forms footing uncertain;

stoic eyelids blinking.

 

Sleet inhabits a netherworld

harsh to navigate:

sleet sliding down your neck

melts with smearing pinch.

Sleet is like a tax form—

ugly, uncomfortable to look at.

 

Sleet: crystal, wingèd curse;

enemy of commerce;

tombstones crusty, perverse;

shifting life in reverse;

disdained with scowling verse.

 

A marvel of nature:

wondrous lament

for rain or snow

which death does not know.