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Black Willow Pond January 17 1994

They show a note the snow twigs of willow show a tone
peachplum mellow thru transparency that covers the freezing limbs
thru a sleeve of clear a “rain coat” indeed where beads
of water hang or balanced stand uncommitted between ice
and liquid like lovers actions wrestling whether to be refraction
or revelation Where the question’s the wettest diamonds the bark’s
rust rose Peachplum mellow spreads as it’s swallowed on the gray
light of snow fading as fast as it glows