The heavens open,
the earth a new firmament
dusted by cold stars.
Snowstorm
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The heavens open,
the earth a new firmament
dusted by cold stars.
The heavens open,
the earth a new firmament
dusted by cold stars.
The man who fell to
earth left us too soon, stardust
in Major Tom’s wake.
Thirty miles away
there’s sunshine. But in the Snow
Belt, it’s two feet deep.
Unpublished haiku
draft. Two words: parents’ death. Eight
years later still blank.