The Shape of Things
written by: Richard LeDue
@LedueRichard
Fresh snow is more of a sheet
than a blanket, so it’s easy to see
the shape of things, as if they were
dead and covered at a crime scene,
leaving us with only gossip
about motives (or is it motifs?),
while our words mishear the silence
warning us of our own deaths
among porch lights left on
by mistake, and front steps so unshovelled
that neighbors unearth parables
in footprints filled in
before they can prove we did anything.
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