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Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Pealing, it tries to fill the cold night air
So, startled, quivering,
and chaste, lovely as lakes to the retired men
To reach out into its own vanishing
Life, or only joy, that stands out
Oh you builders,
Snow haze gleams like sand.
And all at once it is the meadow I walked in at ten,
With a hand freed from weight,
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To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
Through the back of the picture at the patch of white
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
The bees are buzzing,
In realms of dingy gloom and deep crevasse
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
shortcake, waffles, berries and cream
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive