Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

No Way to Know Where They Go

 

 

 

By surprise, the snow

takes the night and by morning

nothing is the same

as it was—that’s what it’s like

falling in love. Everything

is the same, only

it isn’t. A steller’s jay

flies bluely through

the new world. Everything

is out there, waiting

for you to discover it again.

There are footprints

in the snow that

aren’t yours. Follow them.

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