Snow and the End of Childhood

Elisabeth Harvor
From:   The Long Cold Green Evenings of Spring. Vehicule Press, 1997

We sink up to our knees
in its cold fluff

and deeper

until we're
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
behind us,

disobedient dogs.

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