walking empty streets
in a late season snow, alone — where
have we all gone? what in heaven’s name
have we done?
this unnatural natural
silence, the distant cry of geese
returning, desperate for a place
to land
a single light in a room at the back
goes dark, while the herd comes down
from the mountains, begins to reclaim
its place. fitfully
we sleep and dream of morning
breathing our wordless prayers
for warmth
for the resurrection of spring
for a second new covenant
for one last chance
to do better
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