snow like milk-bottle sins
in our kindergarten catechism
–and it never dawned on us
to ask why black is bad
–are we that afraid of the dark?
We like to think it’s not
a black and white world –just
look at all the shades of gray.
No, look closer: it’s nothing
but a mix of black and white.
Get high enough the picnic tables
look like dominoes.
And core samples end-to-end
in the oil fields: sewer-line
maps we follow all the way
to better times. We take month-
long excursions on icefloes
and nail driftwood to
stock pens. Stoke fires and set
smokescreens thinking
we’ll escape in the updraft.

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