Friday, November 20, 2009

619. CERTITUDE

CERTITUDE
A semblance of the correct, and the flags
blowing harshly in the wind. Winter, like a
force-field intent upon entering its resistance,
approaches without hesitation or doubt.
Step aside lightly, and let it enter.
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No current or storm can fight back,
so relentless is the striving - over our
shadows and our shoulders, dark clouds
and white snow. Everything together - all
separate yet jumbled. Remaining composed
is only a hope; to deliver nasty news
without speaking a word at all.
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Pile high the drivers, snowmen.
Light brightly the massive drifts.

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