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From: The Long Cold Green Evenings of Spring. Vehicule Press, 1997
We sink up to our knees
in its cold fluff
stopped short by it
and there's nothing to do
but fall face-down on it with a
sapped joy that feels sexual...
But how is it that we've been brought here
to the dark edge of finding? Losing?
Sleds drawn in impatient jerks
Elisabeth Harvor's works copyright © to the author.