choke

by ruby tuesday

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-01-17 20:26:00

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Dark of January snowdrift walk
off the skin of my mother held
by concrete;
is her pulse still pounding?
cement poured in an open vein,
feet thud on this smalltown street
hollow drops in the dusk –
pale faces of the paused;
once young, nature’s sons and daughters
appear and fade like phantoms
spectors framed in falling snow
lit by streetlights and tiny crystal reflections
walking dead and frozen down to their breath.




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