Thursday, January 23, 2014

Snow Listens

snow comes with daylight
schools are closed, I will stay tucked
inside my snow globe.

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Snow listens

I failed to listen to my sons;
shut myself into my room. Flurries at the windows
we were closed in.
Snow listens -
I ruminate, my sons say they miss their father;
I hear the sound of my voice snap:
"at least your father is alive."
I want to take it back,
I could not hold their sorrow,
closed my ears, suggested counseling,
and when they balked at that,
figured past life regression
might suffice.


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