[Mhln] Chris 


The high whites spread over the buried earth.
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
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and preening, dancing on the basepaths,
He is harsh, dismal, iceâthat is, exiled;
With a hand freed from weight,
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
I know,
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Where lamps are lit: these, too,
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
Or else, like us, sunk into some long gaze
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
Bronze the sky, with no
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
Archangel Winter, darkness on his back
at balls hit again and again toward her offspring.
As distant memories, through the fog-dimmed light,

