Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Lex Loci*


—the mountains make their own weather

...wrapping vast sparkling boas
round their necks, so cold
they are iced, and this
whenever they please,
showing that they're not
Faith, Hope and Charity,
but wild women, looking
down and spitting
hail on April.



*local law

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