the mountain is wrapped
in white sheets
outside
the cold pulls itself on you
a worthless coat with empty pockets
lost colors
huddle together along the road
begging with hands outstretched
blind birds vanish
trees swim
in and out
a slow green
across the hillside
the air sleeps
and i can’t find
anything
in this luminescent
darkness
photo: r. doshi
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