It Was A November Of Bitter Rain And Snow Blackened By Use Poem by Venus Khoury-Ghata
It Was A November Of Bitter Rain And Snow Blackened By Use
we filed the dead leaves by size to ease the task of the forest that was absent for
reasons known only to itself
The parents had left with the door
We mistook puddles for creeks
pebbles for meteorites
the wind's hordes for wolves
A child would liquefy as soon as a snowflake touched the ground
We could hold out till Epiphany
handling our feet like toys
waiting for a redistribution of parents
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