three untitled poems

1.

I like
the transformative properties
of snow

the way
it obliterates
the boundary lines
we’ve laid down

road and pavement
path to garden
field from wood

and the way
it allows me to imagine
(in the hour or two before it melts
beneath the afternoon sun)
a world more open
than our own


2.

All that is left now
is the absence of it

the outline
of where it once stood

the memory
of what it once was

the last few mounds of rubble
that no one’s found the time
to sweep away

3.

These waves have been crashing
on indistinguishable shores
for a billion years
and will
for four billion more

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Notes:

1. Written in early 2018 sometime
2. Or maybe late 2017

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