Two Poems

Out of the Biding and Dreamy and Victorious Dust


There is a button on the camera that turns water to ice,

an ability most often attributed to winter.
Last one was especially heavy, froze
pickup truck doors shut and sagged
every tree branch left unbroken,
robbing the air of birch rustle.
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