Galoshes

Monday, March 8, 2010

A puddle splayed across the path
a school of cigarettes
cowering in a flooded sidestep
printed in the mud spackled
over grass and snow, congealing
at this point the valley clutches
trunks that taper up
into delicate-fanned tree shapes
static and arterial
in the grey-blue bosom of a sky
close and teary-bright.

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