Why do dreams of snowfall
land warmer on our lips
than the memories of first love?
How does the sea maintain its
equanimity, among so many
swirling kisses?
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Does the snowshoe hare
standing in the snowy field
feel a little godlike?
(Is that why he lingers?)
How many wolves
have swallowed
their own voices, smitten
by the first snowfall?
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In god's lovemaking
with the sky,
why does the sun
gloat like the moon?
And when the moon's face
fractures,
_______will the sun's refracting
create a tremolo?
If our tongues could reach there,
would it taste like
honey?
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