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Monday, February 22, 2010

silent

save the tantalizing soft crunch
of my feet on lightly packed on snow,
and the ethereal whispering of freight
through the white-tipped trees

silent
but for my thoughts racing
like the flurries of crystal
dusting the black of my jacket

silent
save the fluttering of my heart
and the gentle gracings of my breath

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