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not winter not snow

not winter not snow

it isn’t winter. it isn’t snow. it isn’t visible.
no limbs broken in a turbulent storm.


      writing poems with beginnings, endings.
      no middle feet.
      meanings like waves, then gone.

smaller than a morsel of salt.
dissolved in a sea of words.
and drink.

neil reid © june 2013
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