XLI

Edward Gates
From:   Heart's Cupboard.

the wind beats snow
against my house

threads hang from the coat of a man
filling the cracks in his home

last night a man with black hair
drank beer by the well house

he laughed through a crack in the door
I put more wood in he stove

I am warm leaning back
on the legs of his old chair

(Seeing The World With One Eye)

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