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(parce que je t'aime ma chere....)

I Love Snow

I love snow...
It helps me for
Get the sad forest
Accidentally left
Over housing develop
Ments and the
Painted statues
Of Mary.
On this land once owned
By the Church, where
Roots still feed
On huminerals
Seeping out
Of the nearby cemetery.
Here, snow transforms
The edge
Between objects
And
Manufactured nature
Into
Something organic
Where black pines
And bare, grey maples
Seem etched onto pale
Sky.
A mist there was too:
Blurring details and
Contracted
Space
Making me present,
Making my presence
In this landscape,
Both intimate
And separate.

A.L.
2002.01.17