Snow staff

We are
snow staff
keeping a watch on the slow
rise-and-fall
of the snow-stakes

Mild chill
forming stars tipped with tingles

Wet white circling
on the outside
rapidly dies

Hip to the mingling ties
lip-synch the i cries

As the silent armada of beating bees
sting the pregnant earth with anaesthetic.


2013.

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